Month, sad

late at night,

Looking up alone, looking up,

The mysterious sky shines with a new light.

That light,

It's so wonderful!

Look carefully -

It turned out to be the month, and she hanged her faint smile.

sad,

From the middle of the month,

Just like now, we are like the flower season,

The incitement of youth makes people feel sad.

Fallen leaves,

The wind is sweeping,

What is left is only sadness.

Month, that is the case,

The light of the moon is the light of death,

Someone used to like this,

But who knows the pain in the heart of the moon?

Everyone is only superficially seeing the pretense of the month is strong,

And his heart,

Who thought of it?

A person is lonely and lonely.

midnight,

Only the flash star will accompany her.

The flash star can't talk, just staying beside her.

No one ever thought about understanding the pain of the month,

Who knows his mood?

month,

I praise, I praise!

Maybe my poor text, too lazy to ask, is better than not being able to write her.

But I still have to write.

Whenever I am sentimental -

The month is always quietly accompanying me.

Month is the essence of all things,

No one can compare with her grace, arrogance and arrogance.

Because, only she is alone, it is called:

month!