The Sorrow of Lovesickness

The green leaves of the bananas, the fireflies fluttering, the little Luo lightly fanning, the summer is hot. The starry sky is bright and the moon is bright, the night shadows are dim, and I lean on the railing to draw your face. Red beans, barley, fine sand and shallow beaches, promises to each other, never forgotten. Thinking and looking forward, waiting and looking, the dice is swaying, where will you return? Induce a touch of lovesickness and resolve a fateful calamity.