How have you been, little moon?
It will be Autumn Festival soon.
Where people reunites with their families,
And share moon cakes and tell stories.
But my moon has gone away far,
Behind the shadows of a faraway star.
Where the soft wind can never blow,
Nor the little dreams can ever know.

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