May I be like a star and you like the moon, staying together until our hair turns white. _ The wind is still, the night is deep, the little moon shines coldly on the window, who accompanies the worried to sleep. The curtains are adorned with fluff, the残candlelight flickers, who remembers the past sorrows of heart-wrenching partings, concealing melancholy behind the closed door of the emerald pavilion. _