Carriages roll on, horses press onward.
You travel east through the mountains, then farther east. How I long to spread my wings and chase the west wind.
May I be a star and you the moon, our light shining bright together night after night.
The moon may briefly dim, but the stars shine on.
Let the stars keep shining until the moon returns, and on the fifteenth, may they both glow in their fullness.
This is the story of Jiang Yuxing and Lin Zhiyue.
