The tree shakes and shakes
The bright moonlight shines on the ground
The starlight in the sky is brought to my face
I asked the moon
What you ask is always in heaven
the moon says to me
Only in this way
Only then can the moonlight of longing be sprinkled in every corner
I sent my thoughts to the moon
Can this longing be carried to a distant place?
No, not far away
It's that girl
It's the figure under the tree
It's my longing
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Lucian
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