The moonlight is like water, gently splashing on her back.
She wandered alone in this melting moonlight.
The world is so quiet, and the waves are surging with the beating heart.
The smile that looked back, like sunlight shining on the body, warmed the youthful years.
Will the fat man have beautiful love?
Like this moonlight, it is beautiful, but it is cold.
Fatty’s heart is literary. People are lonely.
She knows that the smile is not hers.
As Su Dongpo wrote:When will the bright moon be? Ask Qingtian about the wine. I don’t know what year is the heavenly palace. I want to take the wind to return, but I fear that Qionglou Yuyu will be very cold from the heights. Dancing clear shadow, like in the world.
She is lonely without friends.
She blushed when she heard his gentle footsteps.
The stars in his eyes sparkled in the moonlight.