The sea water slowly rose, and I held his hand, "Let's go back!"
"We'll go back after the moon rises."
"Then you can come out and watch it at night."
"It's different."
"There is no difference, they are all the sea and the moon."
"The sea and the moon rise together with the tide."
I raised my head and looked at him, expressing my understanding
"The sea and the moon grow together with the tide." He repeated it again, deliberately stressing the words "sea" and "moon".
It dawned on me.
"In two years it will be the tide of symbiosis between the sea and the moon." He said, stroking my hair.
After I understood, I punched his chest wildly. He didn't resist or speak anymore. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed me. In a daze, I suddenly remembered that the original poem was clearly "The bright moon on the sea rises with the tide."