不知从何时起，东方升起了一弯残月。
I do not know since when, rises in the east of the curved moonlight.
每个人心中都有一轮明月抑或一弯残月，每个人都在得与失之间游离徘徊。
Every one has a bright moon or the curved moonlight, everybody free hovering between gain and loss.
那一岸的晓风，那一弯的残月，离岸的青舟，相望的只能是永远？
The breeze of that shore, that is curved waning moon, offshore green boat, hope mutually of can be forever?
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