Time Passes, Moonlight Flows Eternally
A tea table, a pot of moonlight, a guqin, and a scroll of the past.
Listen to the wind, the two towns fall, sprinkled with fine rain and mist, moistening the turquoise blue sky with a blue-glazed cup and fishing fire, shimmering under the moon.
Chirp, chirp, insect and grass, vast and misty rain, ethereal clouds, the sound of cicadas and their crisp chirping, the beauty of pine and bamboo, fragrant aroma by the window.
Moonlight, gently brushing the stone bridge with dazzling brilliance, quiet night, fireflies, green grass and leaves complementing the gentle waves, double oars swaying gracefully and solemnly.
In the mortal world, myriad forms and appearances, ten thousand flowers bloom, in the years, joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, constant presence.
In the red dust, romantic and illusory changes, rise and fall with fate.
A note of pale smoke, an unforgettable night of flowers, snow, and moon; a thought of Zen, an endless scroll of three lives and three worlds.
Indifferent south mountain, a few melodies of joyful pleasure, under the moonlight, gently pushing a crescent moon, lonely spirits fluttering on the window lattice.
Self-found cold rain and frost, self-composed stage night talk, after the carefree, a scene of romantic love, a sad night, fallen flowers' dreams.
The wind passes, roars, the rain comes, cold and indifferent, time drips away, awakened beautiful dreams of the past.
Phantom clouds and mist, illusory time, devouring the true moonlight, stained a cup of pale white.
Silent as fine sand, sliding away with the wind, gone without a trace.
Flowers like cherries from the past, rain like bananas, spring greening repeatedly in the mountains, autumn moon's coolness for a season.
Decorating someone's warmth, marking someone's years.
Pier, platform, sadness, flowing water, withered leaves fluttering.
Moonlight, long shadows, blocked the heart, leaving a past of a thousand beauties, blurred the window of a desolate desert under the moonlight.
Flipping through a diary, magnificent sunset, gently stroking flowers, a glance, a shared look.
Unforgettable things, dreams revolving endlessly, fragrant, recalling, blue sky, a chapter, a poem.
Scattered crowds, faded memories, no one could escape the sorrow, no one hadn't lost their way in a dark night.
Difficult turns of the eyes, bitterly letting go of that lonely night, old trees blossoming new buds in sorrow, old boats paired with new oars.
Slim crescent moon hanging by the eyebrows, past true affection, loved ones who have flown away, the pain of parting.
It doesn't belong to you, you don't need to hang it in your heart, if the candle is extinguished, the birthday is over.
True affection is difficult to let go, true love cannot be forgotten, buried in the heart is also a treasure, blue light illuminates the appearance, light wind paints a smile.
Shed the torn tenderness on the red dust, perhaps it is another sea of love, vast waves surging.
There will be mountains and rivers, there will be autumn moons, a smile flows with deep affection and profound friendship.
Warm a pot of fragrance, night view of flowers, embrace a moon, a river is full of love.
