My Singing Moon Lingers, My Dancing Shadows Are Messy

I am reading poetry, and I am reading a love poem for you that will never burst, like a long stream of water. It always feels like a long time has passed. Liao Jiamo, I still remember your love for poetry. Your most beautiful promise is nothing more than the sentence "Yao Ziruo," I only take one gourdful of water to drink. Conception: