Write all the mountains, and the pen is you.

Looking at the stars, it is you in the dream.
Three points of moonlight, seven points are you.
The book is yellowed, and the title page is you.
Walk through all the waters, and the end is you.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, the place is you.
The years are the pen, the lovesickness is in the ink, and you are all between the lines.
The old dream of the old city, how many names are engraved, but only you are written in one stroke.
What is a partner?
Firewood, rice, oil and salt, should have. Can you be specific?
Coarse tea and light rice, do not feel bitter. Can you be more specific?
Carry the hand of the son, grow old with the son. What is Heartbeat?
The wind moves, the clouds chant, and the birds startled. Can you be specific?
In the blink of an eye, I looked back at the afterglow.