A crescent far from the sky,
Put together the sorrows of the night.
Full of sadness in my chest,
Lightly in the footsteps of Qixi Festival,
Approaching my unspeakable love.
Beautiful legend wind blows the sun,
There is only a blank.
Leaving is helpless love,
Expectation is self-harm.
So understand, so leave,
So no longer love for love.