The moon is like silk,
Wrapped in the pale night.
Through the window,
The sadness of staring at the back.
In silence,
Lost in the dream.
The night is too long,
The years have brought thick frost.
The autumn wind rises,
Taken away the beauty and fragrance.
The heart is not warm,
The night is over,
Time turned into fireworks.
It lights up the prosperity in an instant.
Conception: