You stand on a bridge and watch the sights,
A sightseer from upstairs watches you.
The bright moon decorates your window,
You decorate another person's dreams.
By Bian Zhilin (1910 – 2000)
You stand on a bridge and watch the sights,
A sightseer from upstairs watches you.
The bright moon decorates your window,
You decorate another person's dreams.
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