Gu Junzhu leaned close to her lips and gently kissed them, softly chanting, "Dew falls on the green steps,
Star River Dust,
Lonely moon in the north window on this cold frosty night,
Questioning in the clear night,
Wordless,
Pursuing clouds in the idle courtyard where timid flowers fall,
You brought that lamp,
Leaving the verse half incomplete,
I quietly turned my thoughts into an ultimate pen,
Sigh, love is hard to describe,
Cannot be described,
Only speaking of the cold wind and the frosty moon,
You brought that lamp,
Leaving the verse half incomplete,
I quietly turned my thoughts into an ultimate pen,
Sigh, all love described,
Until thoughts depleted,
Only there, in the cold wind and the frosty moon."
His voice was incredibly appealing, splendid and dignified, each word of the poem flowed smoothly, softening Ye Xingbei's already weakened limbs even more.
