The moon shadow is mottled and the feelings are like weaving, spread under this quiet night sky. The moonlight, like fine sand, gently caresses my heart and touches that distant memory. The whispering song, like a melodious flute, melodious in the silence, evokes the lovesickness and a faint sadness in the heart. 
Those memories eroded by the years, like ancient poems, are whispered and sung in the bottom of my heart. In that life, our love was surging like a tide, boundless, but it was like a flash in the pan, short and gorgeous. Those warm moments and sweet smiles are scattered in my heart like pearls, shining with eternal light.
However, now I can only find it in my dreams, the tenderness and lingering that used to be like a beautiful dream, and when I wake up, I am left with endless emptiness and sorrow. In the dead of night, I confide in the bright moon alone, telling about that unforgettable love. The moon hangs high, listening quietly, can it hear my call and convey my thoughts to her in the distance? 
Lovesickness becomes a disease, and there is no cure. That unforgettable love pierced my heart like a poisonous arrow. I tried to describe that affection in words, but found that no matter how much rhetoric I used, it seemed to be weak. Those once beautiful things can only become now, and the eternal pain in my heart makes me unable to let go.
The wind blew softly, bringing with it a distant murmur. Is it her voice? Or is it just my hallucination? I closed my eyes, trying to catch the ethereal note. At that moment, it was as if I had traveled back in time, back to that life, back to the place where we once loved each other.
The moonlight was still soft, and her fragrance was still in the air. There we made a vow to work together to survive the stormy journey of life. However, when I opened my eyes, I found that everything was gone, and I was left alone, wandering alone under this silent night sky.
The years go by, and the prosperity is gone. The love of that life has become a thing of the past, and the lovesickness of that life can only become a memory. But my heart is still immersed in that deep affection and can't extricate myself. In the dead of night, I think of those beautiful moments, and I think of her who once made me unforgettable. I wonder how she's doing now? I don't know if she remembers me. All I know is that my thoughts and love for her are as eternal as the bright moon.
The moon shadow is sparse, lovesickness becomes poetry, and those memories that have been eroded by the years can only be sung softly in the bottom of my heart. The unforgettable memory of that life has become an eternal mark in my heart. Although we have been separated, we can no longer go back to the past, but that deep affection and attachment will always remain in my heart.
In the dead of night, I would always face the bright moon and gently tell my heart: "Are you okay, dear?"I miss you. "Even though I knew she might, and would never hear me again, my heart was still immersed in that ocean of affection.
May we meet again in the next life, and in that moonlit land, we will spend our lives together. No longer let lovesickness become empty and sorrow into a river;May our love, like the bright moon, shine on each other's hearts forever and become an eternal mark in each other's lives.
May our story be turned into a beautiful poem that will be sung in the world forever. Even if the years pass inexorably, even if we can't go back to the past, that affection and attachment will still take root in our hearts and become an indispensable part of our lives.