"lake"

The lake is clear,

Only the figure stood.

The sky is eternally pure,

No cloud cover.

moonlight shines,

Whose silence is it,

whose sorrow.

Whose tears are under the mask,

Like a spring falling down,

dripping into the lake,

The description is bleak.

Returning to the lakeside, the sadness of the lake reflects the moonlight.

Returning to the lake, full of helplessness and loneliness.