Different moonlight

The alley is silent

Gentle moonlight sprinkles

Under the eaves of the old house

Mom looks to see your way home

Tears crept down his cheeks at the pillow

The begonias that smudge the hem of the clothes...

Where the begonias bloom, there is my lovely hometown

The kind face of the mother, the laughter of the child

One by one, it lingered in the heart between the eyebrows

The silence of the moonlight illuminates the old village

That wisp of distant thought

Stretched longer and longer by the moonlight...