The crescent moon is as lovely as a beauty,
The moon is only the earth's shadow.
I raise my cup and invite the bright moon; our shadows make three,
I'll keep you company in your loneliness, but who knows of mine?
The bright moon rises over the sea,
Those parted at the ends of the earth reunite.
Through a hundred lifetimes and countless dusts, I am your verse,
In this life and the next, let me fall in love with the mortal world once more.
