Zou Ju and Dali’s Moon Light Waltz
When Zou Ju’s tender skirt swept past midnight,
The Great Sun quietly laid out the Milky Way.
Stripes are solidified tides, petals are falling stars
They are engraved with eternal vows on the manuscripts of the earth,
A cycle of reunion calculated by blooming.
Soft and hard, momentary and eternal,
It has become a love poem written by time to the world.