When a lamp burned out, the moonlight scattered all the frost.
The green shadows in the bamboo forest are as if they are ethereal and not of this world.
The sky is full of silver and frost, and the luxuriant flowers are blooming. Where can I find lovesickness?
Leaning against the building and looking at the distant mountain scenery, he suddenly remembered who was slowly walking toward him that year?
What I can't reach out to grasp is the past that has become a lifetime.
In the dark blue sky, the moon is full for as many seasons as the flowers bloom and misses for as many seasons as the flowers fade. Year after year, the loneliness I am accustomed to begins to feel lonely.
The moon that has seen everything in the world is as lonely as him.
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