When we see each other, it's as if we haven't seen each other, and if we are affectionate, we still seem to be heartless.
After the music and songs have finished, I sober up slightly. The moon is setting in the deep courtyard and people are quiet...
You came to my world and left quietly, but I am still there.
Only the faint music refuses to stop, interpreting whose love and hatred?
I came to your time and left quietly, but you are still there.
I am reading this sad "Moon over the West River", whose music is about to end?
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