I remembered Chang'e on a moonless night. The whole night was quiet and cold, and all the sleeping sadness was awakened in the middle of the night. Why, on the bright moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, it did not appear enchantingly in the midst of everyone's eager expectations, but danced gently in the dead of night when everyone was quiet. On the glistening lake surface, there is a peerless beauty hidden in the folds of the flowing moonlight. I know that Chang'e does not want to be disturbed tonight.
So, I know that growth pulls the far-fetched autumn wind, even if the tenderness settles in the moment when the rainbow chases the moon, that kind of fantasy is just a kind of sorrow that sticks to my heart.
Parting becomes more intense under the solitary lamp of the cool moon, playing a parting song, the moonlight is so gentle that it dazzles the eyes.