"Parting Sorrow Under the Moon"
In this extremely silent night, the moonlight is like water, spilling over the empty earth. A woman stands there alone, just like a secluded lotus standing aloof from the world. The moonlight illuminates her figure, but it cannot dispel the haze in her heart.
Her face is full of sorrow. The tightly knitted brows and the slightly trembling corners of her mouth all tell of the pain in her heart. The falling petals around her are like snowflakes fluttering down, as if they are a sad song of parting. The fall of each petal seems to stir up layers of ripples in her heart lake, evoking endless sad memories.
The distant mountains and waters loom indistinctly under the moonlight, as illusory as her ethereal future. The dreamlike scene creates an ethereal atmosphere, making her seem to be in another world, a world only with her and endless parting sorrow.
The woman lowers her head and ponders. Those parting words keep echoing in her ears. Each word is like a sharp knife, stabbing her fragile heart. Those words, like ghosts, float in the air, lingering and never fading away.
Perhaps it is the helpless farewell when her lover leaves; perhaps it is the affectionate entrustment when a good friend parts. No matter what the words are, at this moment, they are all like heavy shackles, binding her thoughts and making her immersed in this parting sorrow and unable to extricate herself.
The moonlight still gently spills down, the petals still fall silently, and the woman still stands quietly. In this ethereal atmosphere, she is watching that unspeakable parting sorrow.