Watching the tide
It's as bright as the moon, when can I shed it?
On a moonlit night in the Chaoting Pavilion, you and I were forehead to forehead, and I saw you dancing with a sword and the red tassels fluttering, the intimacy in my memory. After that, my life was full of great events, but I regretted missing them time and time again.
Many years ago, we met when we were young. We were a naughty girl and smart, and a young man with wings ready to mature. He had seen mountains and fires, and was angry but slow to understand.
Even though you traveled across mountains and rivers, you still wrote a letter when you came back. Is there a love between your eyebrows?
It's okay to choke, I just miss you too much. You told me the old custom of coming of age many years ago, how can I know that it is possible to say those words again in joy.
You smiled and caressed my hair, and then spoke softly of care: "It's as bright as the moon, when can I shake it off?"
Intention: The sound of the tide ebbs and flows, which is a metaphor for the general trend of the world. The general trend of the world is as majestic as the tide, and small love is wrapped in it, which may be quite helpless. The sound of the tide is also the voice of the heart, which refers to the affection and lingering love. The love is as strong as the moonlight back then, but the world is as light as a cup of tide. Or maybe the moonlit night illuminates the shadows like a prophecy, and the sound of the tide falls in my heart, entering dreams and scenery, and it is hard to forget. The moonlit night illuminates the shadows like a prophecy, while the sound of the tide falls in my heart. But in the end, love may be as strong as the moonlight back then, but the world is as light as a cup of tide, right?
