Moonlight like water,
Like the eyes of a lover,
Affectionate and warm.
. . . . .
The gentle breeze,
Like a lover's hand,
Gentle and affectionate.
. . . . . .
The shadows of the trees dance below,
The fragrance of osmanthus remains the same,
The sky is intoxicating with dreams.
. . . . . .
In the long road of life,
I set out alone,
But I met you on the way,
I have lost my way since then.