Moonlight Bay
The moonlight ripples, ripples
on water softly flowing;
as the moon is sinking
the colors of dawn float up.
I laugh at myself—always rushing,
I am like the moon:
coming from the east, going towards the west,
when will I ever rest?
on water softly flowing;
as the moon is sinking
the colors of dawn float up.
I laugh at myself—always rushing,
I am like the moon:
coming from the east, going towards the west,
when will I ever rest?
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