Crescent moon in the starry sky like lamp lighting, Partial illumination and slight brightness not completely clear, During late quiet night few thieves passing, Dawn comes the sun clear in the blue sky.

Under full moon red maple leaves fly, Snow and frost everywhere, season comes back again, Look, wind swirling shadows of bamboos and flowers, Just like homesick unable to return.

Hand you the bright moon as one flower, Fragrant and dazzling to the eye, Starting here the path has no darkness, Directly return to the homeland.

Orioles land on tree like two flowers, One sits outward and one hides under, Shapes and shadows inseparable like glue and paint, Neither feels the other is extra.