Night, Azure Sky, and Heart
Lonely moon night, up a wisp of moonlight, saddened someone's window. Light a lamp, leaning on the dream of autumn flowers, gently brushing the drizzle, longing for heartache. Solitude is a bedside dream shadow, loneliness is the moon in front of the window.
In the corridor of autumn colors, there is a trace of dust in the mortal world, a curtain of thoughts, a curtain of flower shadows, a crescent moon shadow in it, deep hidden a poem of deep autumn. Write the heartbroken people's thinness, a touch of longing for whom to leave, admiring lonely stars accompany the moon, resentful of the road in the human world. Only the lonely shadow passes by a few times, alone drinking the moon, facing the shadow into sadness, thin the appearance, fat a quatrain of no rhyme poetry, picking up a piece of desolate past in the flowering garden.
A wisp of gentle wind, a curtain of fine rain, a scroll of idle clouds, a curtain of dreamy dreams, a piece of autumn leaves slowly falling from the building head, will ring the heart, evoke distant and gentle echoes. Who opens whose ending, who also waits for whom? That fleeting trace, those clear breezes, rain after flower shadows, memories, present the passing of the world, fragrant, ethereal, figures, always swaying on the branches of time, the path of longing, covered with fallen petals.
Tonight, embrace the shadow, sleepless, a lamp shines dimly, shadows slender, memories in poetry, chapters blossom a picture without a scroll. In black and white, I helplessly hold the morning wind and remnant moon,, twenty-four bridges' red medicine for whom to open, for whom to defeat? I stand on the moon's shimmering wind and waves, hidden clear blue sky and green sky, the Milky Way in the dark, flower without words, love still remains, why are you in the distant land, I in the corner,
Night not over, cold moon, lonely star, cold, mirror face, moon down, thin, you forgotten thousands of years of gentle, planted this lifetime of deep heartache for me. A river of blue water flows away; a river of bright moon, looking back, who is missing? A cup of turbid wine, meeting, drunk for whom; a song of longing, shattered for whom. The longing has no direction, blowing away the traces of time, chaotic dance steps, walking through the long seasons, dancing away the splendor, in warm days, becoming poetry!
Time is quiet and good, night is gentle, you haven't come, how can I grow old! Love doesn't abandon, time is warm, love doesn't leave, time doesn't get cold, heart without ripples, blue sea, blue sky, night after night to heart!
