Imitate Tagore's "New Moon Collection"

If you have a dream, you must have wings facing the wind.

Vaguely, like lonely Hong Ying under the distant starry sky.

Who left a faint trace in his eyes?

I am so sad that I can only be seen in the blur in front of me.

Telling the legend of the slender, firefly-like dream of the new moon.

In which beautiful legend does it live with the elves in an ancient and mysterious ancient forest?

Born at the moment when you and I first met.

It is like an elf, without a trace, sometimes appearing, sometimes silent.

But it has deeply entered my dream.

Let me in the empty years

When I woke up, I dreamed with this sad pain.