Clouds float like works of art； Stars shoot with grief at heart. Across the Milky Way the Cowherd meets the Maid When Autumn’s Golden wind embraces Dew of Jades， All the love scenes on earth，however many， fade
Their tender love flows like a stream； This happy date seems but a dream. Can they bear a separate homeward way? If love between both sides can last for aye， Why need they stay together night and day? .
