You are the moon
You are the soul of the night
Drive away with the glory
Just knocked softly on the door
Nightingales are tired
Put away the gentle singing voice
Sleep on towering branches
The yellow-haired dog is tired
Toe back to the wooden house
Eyes still watching the sound of the night
The Night Cat was on the move
It rushed up the south wall at a rapid pace
Head into the depths of the night
The moon is not a sickle
Pour like a piece of cake
Kneaded by my mother's hand a thousand times
Then hang in this heaven
Talk to the wanderer by the moonlight
The window is still outside that window
There is no longer the warmth and pleasure of the original
It grinds into a cocoon
Waiting thick and thin
And I'm gradually abandoning cuteness
To Cangsang to helplessness
More towards the riverbed of the century
Lifted the plough rake of entrepreneurship
Although there was a clap that resounded through the clouds
Although there are still delicate fresh balls in full bloom
Drunk in the wind that night
I will not abandon my dreams
Follow you...
One point number Elephant lyric