By Li Bai
Before my bed, the moonlight glows,
I wonder if it’s frost upon the floor.
I raise my head and gaze at the bright moon,
I lower my head and think of home.
By Li Bai
Before my bed, the moonlight glows,
I wonder if it’s frost upon the floor.
I raise my head and gaze at the bright moon,
I lower my head and think of home.