Bright Moon and Refreshing Breeze

Drinking wine, I ask the sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in heaven. I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold up there. I dance with my shadow, but it doesn't seem like I'm in the human world.

Turning the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless. There should be no hatred, why does the moon always appear full when we are parting? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes, which is difficult to achieve since ancient times. I wish you a long life, and we can share the beauty of the moon even though we are thousands of miles apart.

Chinese ancient poems.