$BNB raises a glass to the blue sky. I do not know what year it is tonight in the heavenly palace. I wish to ride the wind back, yet I fear the jade towers and palaces are too high and too cold. I dance to play with my clear shadow; how is it like in the mortal world? Turning the vermilion pavilion, lowering the ornate window, illuminating the sleepless night—what grievances should there be when parting is always a round moon? People have their joys and sorrows, unions and separations; the moon has its phases of brightness and darkness; this matter has been difficult to achieve since ancient times. I only hope that people will last for a long time, sharing the beauty of the moon over a thousand miles. I wish to ride the wind back but fear that the jade towers and palaces are too high and too cold; dancing to play with my clear shadow, how is it like in the mortal world?