静夜,风依旧,月依旧。仰望星空中茂密的星群,我发现,昨夜星辰,昨夜的如歌如今已经遗落,遗落在脚下的土地上。枫叶红了的时候,你来了。我颤抖着躲着你的目光,可你还是默默地伸出手。我知道,一个年轻的故事就这样匆匆地画上了句号。那晚,月色凄凉。一个向左,一个向右。 Static night, the wind still, the moon is still. Looked at the dense stars in the sky, I found that last night’s stars, last night’s song has now left behind, left behind at the foot of the land. When the maple leaves are red, you come. I shudder dodging your eyes, but you still reach out silently. I know, a young story hurriedly ended. That night, the moonlight bleak. One to the left and one to the right.