The water willows cover the beach and the clear sound is heard,
Ruan Ji is boring without a way.
Ming Rong is lying idle and the sound of the flute is far away,
As the moon sinks and divides, everyone is at ease.
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People have joys and sorrows... The moon waxes and wanes... In this case... Then, my name will be Yue...
The moon... The lonely moon... The lonely moon...