For happiness one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even from the cliffs of despair. ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever. ~Alfred Tennyson
A bright moon is rising over the sea,
both of us are looking at her
from far away sides at the same time.
I know you are sad for the night is too long,
to stay up for thinking of me for a white night
You have turned off the candle,
for you love the bright moonlight.
You are covering a coat
for you have felt the wet of dew.
You realize that you can not hold some moonlight to me,
so you decide to go back to sleep
and to wish us to meet each other in a sweet dream…
Written by Wang Yue Hua Yuan