Dreaming back to the moon § Falling frost from the sky
The piano is played, the sleeves are raised, and the heart is broken. In front of the small xuan window, we join hands to cut candles. How much melancholy does the bead curtain and emerald screen make you feel melancholy?
The song ends, sleeves fall, and everyone disperses. The hibiscus tent has fallen, just like a drunken dream. I wish we could get drunk together and return to the book garden together.
[My words: This song is my own creation. If it is not to your liking, please ignore it. Is it sad or happy? Depends on mood]