The moon is dim and bright in the dense bamboo forest, and the white sleeves flutter in the wind, showing a clear mood. The legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties condenses into a thin shadow, and the cold branches brush the sleeves to express the feeling of parting. The cold dew wets my clothes, and my heart feels like snow. The cool wind blows past my ears, and my dreams are like ice. The bamboo sways in the silent night, and I keep my thoughts alone, and my mind is clear.