[Art Picture Language] 2023.11.04 Jing Yue Si Jin Zou 8

But the road ahead is bleak, the moonlight is desolate, and I am greedy for the good years and sing to my lonely fragrance. Under the moonlight, I look longingly at lovesickness, my throat hides my sadness, and my dreams are dimmed by thin clouds and mist, and the moon leans across the bamboo screen window. A little melancholy and half extravagant hope, thinking about the candle. .