一叶小舟A leaf boat

一叶小舟此天涯，

浓情中秋酒杯月，

自我羞涩又感慨，

时隔几时见月光。

风吹散了青春年华，梦和小鸟一起飞远方，

天空中传来叽叽喳喳的声音，时光流年似梦非梦，

往事如同一场落花飞雨，伤感被封锁在过程里，然后洁净相忘，各自春风，突然梦就醒了，

梦也破碎了，云朵也散了，星光也暗了。

A leaf canoe is on the horizon, and the Mid-Autumn Festival wine cup moon is full of affection. I am shy and sigh. When will I see the moonlight after a while? The wind

dispersed the youth, the dream flew away with the birds, and the sound of twitter came from the sky. Time flies like a dream. The past is like a falling flower and flying rain, and the sadness is blocked in the

process. Then it is clean and forgotten. The spring breeze suddenly wakes up, the dream is broken, the clouds are scattered, and the stars are dim.