Tonight is half May,
Thin clouds covered the sky and the moon was in the sky.
Clear as rippling light,
The bright circle is particularly bright.
Lying on your back to the moon without sleep,
A cool breeze is hard to find,
The heat is still sweating.
There are thousands of questions in my heart,
Why does my heart keep hurting?
You are stingy without a word!
Is this silence golden?
Just go quietly westward,
Light up my eyes with two lines of tears,
leisurely,
How can you ignore loneliness?
