谁啊?
The moon goes round the mansions red through gauze-draped window soft to shed her light upon the sleepless bed. Against man she should have no spite. Why then when people part, is the soft full and bright? Men have sorrow and joy; they part or meet again; the moon is bright or dim and she may wax or wane. There has been nothing perfect since the olden days. We wish each other a long life so as to share the beauty of this graceful moonlight, even though miles apart.
--来自艾格三星神机—SCH-i590