The Moon Is No Longer Full This Year

People often say that life is like a play. And love, such an important part of life, is no less like a dream or a performance. We have loved and hated, but looking back, it all comes to nothing, just an empty dream. Love and resentment fade away; when we wake from the dream, all that remains are two trails of tears. We lift our eyes to the night sky: the moon is already waning, so what hope is there for a love affair? The moon waxes and wanes, the heavens turn in their cycles; love fades, people leave, and fate begins and ends.