C173 Tender as the Moon

In the eerie blue dream, we walked in the dim yellow street light with a slightly intoxicated pace. Beside us was a river as bright as a mirror. A bright moon was rippling into a snow-white light. I felt a little floating. Perhaps I was intoxicated by the scenery around me, or moved by the exciting party just now, or perhaps I was captivated by the lingering tenderness in my heart