Lovesickness is also the bright moon, and the bright moon is also lovesickness. Parting is also a bright moon, and the moon shines brightly on parting. For thousands of years, the bright moon has been in the sky, witnessing so many sweet feelings, so many joys and sorrows. The moonlight shines down, shining into the window of the missing woman, into the dreamland of the child, and into the heart of the wanderer. It spreads like a faint emotion, hiding in the tears in the corners of the eyes, etching into the wrinkles on the forehead, soaking in the white hair dyed by blue silk, and blending into the passing time.
The moonlight hides and hides, entering everyone's feelings, hiding in the homesick eyes that always stare at their hometown, hiding in the hearts that sleep on the streets in the cold wind but always missing them, hiding in the dreamland where things are changing and flowers are blooming and falling, but the infatuation remains unchanged.