月亮抚摸你的脸庞，
却不知是星明了你的双眼。
月亮弄的杨树参差，
却忘了是星照亮了前行的光。
月亮照的那水粼粼，
却忘了是星举荐的那波光影影。
唐朝的诗人给了月亮无尽的婵娟，
但唐朝的诗人忘了，
是谁给了他们浩瀚宇河。
月亮生的小，
可在中国人的眼里是最大最亮的，
足以像日一般，
照亮了世界。
星生的大，
却为了月亮的婵娟，
变的不再那么明亮。
原本快乐是星的，
但星却把这份快乐给了月亮。
The moon touches your face,
But you don't know that the star knows your eyes.
The moon makes poplar trees uneven,
But forget that it is the stars that illuminate the light ahead.
The moon shines on the water,
But forget that it is the light and shadow recommended by the star.
Poets of the Tang Dynasty gave the moon endless charm,
But Tang poets forgot,
Who gave them the vast Yu River.
The moon is small,
But it is the biggest and brightest in the eyes of the Chinese people,
Enough to be like a day,
Light up the world.
The stars are big,
But for the beauty of the moon,
No longer so bright.
