Thinking of the Man Far Away in the Moonlight Zhang Jiuling
The moon rising above the sea, we share, far, far away as you may find yourself. Sad, sleepless, in the long night, in separation, I think of you. The moon so touchingly bright, I extinguish the candle and step out, my clothes wet by dew. Alas, I cannot hold the moonlight in my slender hand. I go back into the room, perhaps to dream again of reunion.