The moonlight is like a flower, there are no stars and no light
Close your eyes and turn sideways
Whose young master has righteous thoughts?
Whose young master is thinking
Looking out the window, fascinated
The world is too prosperous
Don't want to see clearly, let alone miss it
Just want to be like the fool
Just want to indulge in prosperity
Don't want to wake up
Just want to indulge
. . . . .
Intention: sadness