Yulou Songyue
Listen to the singing moon of the rain, the rain tower singing the moon
The melancholy when I wake up from the dream, the boat going away...
The young man listens to Yuge upstairs,
The red candle dims the tent.
A young man listens to the rain in the boat,
The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken bank calls out the west wind.
Now listening to the rain at the foot of the monk's hut,
There are stars on the temples.
Joys and sorrows are always ruthless,
Before the first term, every step until dawn..."
Geyue leaned in front of Yulou's tomb, reciting every word of that year, the same rain, the same poem, but,
At that time, he was watching her from the side,
And now, here she is looking at him...