A poem describing Kongming Lantern

When the moon sets and the blue sea looks at the heavy building, who will light the lamp to sleepwalk?

Quail Mars little fireflies, Beichen far geese.

For every thousand wishes made on earth, it is difficult for the Emperor of Heaven to decide ten thousand kinds of worries.

Excuse me, where is the wind blowing, and the tears are not flowing eastward tonight?

Kongming Lantern (poem)

When there is a glimmer of light in the silent sky,

When the beating fire wets the coolness of a place.

It was the warm sea breeze that swept several waves.

Or did the peaceful moonlight knock out golden times?

When the damaged palm holds up the panic of fate,

When the twinkling fireflies illuminate the desolation of the earth,

Is the hope of singing and rebirth in the vast sky,

Or is the dim reality shining into the warm sunshine?

Night, my fantasy.

Anxiety after depression, unrestrained,

Or do you panic inexplicably when you are free?

Think, a kind of expectation.

Give reality a stumbling block,

Find a place for your dream.