If the Moonlight Never Sang Lightly

In your mind Is there such a person? In your life Is there such a touch of moonlight? But it always reminds you? The moonlit night is ruthless and love is silent Waiting for your looking back Waiting for you to brush away the sadness between your eyebrows The mist is thick and the beauty is haggard. Look at the old people and the new look, don't forget their lonely faces. Whose love elegy is whispered in the wind, whose long fate is sighing. Recalling the fragrance, the world of mortals has returned, the moonlight is blank, desolate like water, compassion like water, and resentment like water. The moon that doesn't understand the charm, the person who doesn't understand the gentleness looks back and stares. Thousands of tears turn into cold windows. The lonely man walks alone, the west wind lingers, and the world is as sad as the sky. How much hate can't blow away the thick wounds on my eyebrows.