On the bright moon above the orchid, the bright moon opens secretly, listening to the sound of wind and rain, the coldness of love has not returned yet. Clear as the moon, reflecting the white orchid, there is no place to hate the kindness, until the person returns.
Flowers go with their blooming period, the moon looks for the person in the moon period, and the flowers reflect the moon.
Intention: Could this song correspond to something in the sky? Xu just witnessed certain stories.