When is the bright moon? I ask the blue sky with wine. I do not know what year it is in the palace in the sky, on this night I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that the jade tower and the jade room are too high and can't bear the cold. I dance the clear shadow, how can it be like in the world? The red pavilion turns, the beautiful window is low, and it shines on those who can't sleep It should not be hateful, why is it always round when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, parting and meeting, the moon has its ups and downs and it is difficult to be perfect. I only hope people live long, and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away. |
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