Nineteen Ancient Poems: How Bright the Moon Is Bright

The story of a person who doesn't want to go home, a fairy tale... The bright moon is so bright that it shines on my bed curtains. I can't sleep due to sadness, so I pick up my clothes and wander around. Although the trip is pleasant, it is better to return home early. When I go out and feel alone, who should I complain to for my worries? The leader returned to the room and shed tears on his clothes.