The cool evening breeze stirs the curtains,
A beautiful melody accompanies the touching strings,
Gently,
Floating to my window.
Amid the faint notes lies the difficulty of meeting,
I am at the corner of the sea, you are at the edge of the horizon,
Separated by endless rivers and mountains,
The only thing we can do,
Is just look at the night sky and sigh.
You know what kind of night it is today,
The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can hold hands,
Meeting once a year,
Only regretting that the time is too short.
The pitch-black night sky,
I can see nothing,
But I believe,
The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are gazing at each other with tearful eyes,
Expressing their bitter longing,
But the brief time,
How could it make up for the pain of being separated across the river?
The song seems to gradually drift away,
Carrying sorrow, floating to the distance,
Do you hear it?
On this Qixi night.
[Commemoration] The Night of Qixi
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