苏轼
暮云收尽溢清寒， 银汉无声转玉盘。 此生此夜不长好， 明月明年何处看。
Jackson He
The air is cool, when evening clouds fade, Silver river turns, 'round the disk of jade. A life is not forev'r, nor is tonight, Where shall I see next year, a moon so bright?