夜幕降臨時，銀河⽢願被抓住，竟跑來⼈間做畫布，您⽤起伏的⾵，陣陣蟬鳴，訴說萬物有靈，⽽我也在輕⾵的撫慰下成⾧。⽉光灑進房裡作客，枕著星空⼊眠，⽉⽛⾼掛若影若現，欲拒還迎，那⼀刻的安⼼，彷彿這個世界的喧囂與我無關。您對我說：我在妳⾝後，妳當像⿃，⾶往妳的⼭。

The Milky Way succumbs to the nightfall and became a canvas for your artistic display. Fickle winds and chorusing cicadas entered your painting; spirits in all things were fashioned by your brushes - gentle as the breeze that soothed me as I grew up. Into the room flew the moonlight, while I escaped into the wonderland under the starry night. The crescent moon hung high as it gleamed, playing hard to get by your glimpse. At that moment my mind was settled, and it felt like I could leave everything behind. “I have your back,” you said, “fly to your mountain like a bird and never look back.”