Moon shake off the night, deep church clean string. Chu Fei played the middle, fingers sad moon. Night with little wind, sway means such as springs. No matter such as lonely, empty words faintly breathing. Travelers more Seomang, off the south before the difficult geese. Sense of God, the origin of things, not at the ruthless mass. Huaneng content when, not to those years. This evening two opposing powers, the binary stars with melancholy.