关上灯,我躺在夜的怀里,等着梦的到来。朦胧的月光轻轻敲打我的窗子,在书桌上静静流淌。梦迟迟不来,于是忍不住开始想你。月光是夜的琴弦,我用心灵的双手抚动,思念的曲子从指尖流泻,似落英缤纷。这静谧的夜,我的小屋暗香浮动。 Turn off the lights, I lay in the arms of the night, waiting for the arrival of the dream. The hazy moonlight tapped my window, flowing quietly on the desk. Dream come late, so could not help but start to miss you. The moonlight is the strings of the night, I use the hands of the heart of care, miss the song flow from the fingertips, like falling colorful. This quiet night, my cottage floated.