Men Are Superior to Women. I Still Remember That the Bright Moon Was There at That Time.

The fallen flower man is independent, the gentle swift swallows are flying together; The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds. Dressed in plain clothes, he is far away, laughing and forgetting to write. The strings of the piano are clutching and closing, the old music is dead, and the beauty is pale. As the years pass, the moon in the small building is now full, and the shadows are returning to the mountains and rivers.