A turnip, a cup of tea

In someone else's Mid-Autumn Festival

I'm like this—

Listen to the good story of others looking up at the sky outside the window

I know I don't have any festivals

It's just shuttling through the prosperity of others

Feel your true pale years

Someone else's moon lacks a full moon

Reflecting a strong concern

And themselves—

It's a flying seed

Longing for that distant home

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