The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky.
皎洁的月亮听见歌声,竟忘了黎明,仍在天空中流连。
— Oscar Wilde · The Nightingale and the Rose (1888) —
The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky.
皎洁的月亮听见歌声,竟忘了黎明,仍在天空中流连。