I can always see through the misty night. Under the blue night, the silver glow and starlight in the sky outline the silhouette of a jade tree facing the wind. The silhouette is sitting on the roof, looking up at the sky at a pure 45-degree angle, as if looking for eternal heaven.
Who is that?
Who watches the bright moon with the stars in the lonely night?
I always see the gentle night wind blowing his hair around and lifting up his clothes. Then, his clothes will always fly around like a girl's skirt, dancing like a beautiful dance step.
Night, if you can, can you take off your mysterious hijab so that I can dimly see his handsome and flawless cheeks?
I like stars and the moon.
They are always in the blue night, covered with silver, crying and laughing, looking for that innocent paradise everywhere.
I could see the glistening tears in their eyes. The falling stars are the traces of their flying tears.
Beautiful and sad.
Therefore, I like to stand on the top of the building, caressed by the night wind, and let my hair be blown around like flowers flying under the bright moon.
I stared at the moon sadly, just as it stared at me, sadly.
Night, if you can, please let the stars and the moon reunite, because I don't want to stare at their crystal tears under the moon again and again. They are so poignant that I don't want to stain them with my eyes.