By the bridge, a hook hangs on the west building. Whose loneliness is locked in the corner of the courtyard? Dream curtain at the window, whose infatuation is old? Tonight, the moonlight is just right and the stars are shining. The evening breeze began to arouse my fond memories of you, that gentle time. Next to the ferry, invite the bright moon to enjoy it, and we will wait for heaven and earth to witness it.