空中的利刃,比挥舞更寒冷弯曲的月亮挂在树上让我听见了蟋蟀的苍凉深秋的山冈被削得更低月下的土地把夜岚牧向远方的河流谁在敲门?推窗见霜只有亡灵在影子里彷徨我慢慢走回自己的心脏需要拿出最后的勇气才能拾起床下的一片月光 The blade in the air was warmer than the waving moon The moon hung on the tree I heard the desolation of crickets The autumn hills were sharpened The land under the moon The night of the Arak pasturing to the distant river Who knocked on the door? Frost only the souls in the shadow of imitation I slowly walked back to my heart need to come up with the courage to finally pick up the moonlight under the bed