The moon falls, the pearls and the jade are shattered,
Or I still feel pity for someone.
The tiredness of the mortal world breaks the opportunity of mortal life,
The moon is like the rising sun sealing clear eyes.
The smoke is everywhere and the flag stands,
The wind, flowers, snow and moon remind me of the past.
The boat floats and never returns,
Just wait until the sea is gone.
(The cover was made by an American editor. Big bow, thank you!)