“Crescent Moon”
In the quiet night
Curved golden crescent
It has become a world tourist attraction
Outside this beeping purple train
The track runs between the mountains and the countryside
At a glance, grain and grass are piled up like a mountain
When you finish writing that unforgettable and vivid poem
Thousands of miles away from her
Can’t control myself anymore
Because of the sad words
Only heaven and earth bestow on you
Turn over repeatedly
Get up repeatedly
Thinking over and over
Read it over and over again
What a simple heart
What a touching sound
Unfortunately
She can’t write down your sadness for you
Unfortunately
She can’t go with you to participate in the right and wrong of the past
Turn over repeatedly
Get up repeatedly
Thinking over and over
Read it over and over again
Tiredness never came
Sleepiness never left her
However
The scene at this moment makes her dote on in every possible way
Look
She’s still giggling
Look
she’s still there
Look
She looks like an unborn baby
Look
She’s actually very close to you
Quietly late at night
Once again amazed everyone present
“Crescent Moon”
