The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the moon is getting fuller,

Thoughts disturb the heartstrings.

Near two places are often linked,

It's harder to sleep at this time.

People are drifting away, and they are speechless,

The relationship is like smoke.

There is no word back, and there is always suffering,

How it is today.

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