Moonlit night by Tom Sharp

We’ll be staring at the moon together separated by war, a thousand miles apart. Eventually our children won’t remember that we were ever together. If you, like me, are leaning over a windowsill, then mist may be wetting your face, like mine. When will be together again to let the sunlight dry our tears?

月夜 by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

今夜鄜州月，闺中只独看。遥怜小儿女，未解忆长安。香雾云鬟湿，清辉玉臂寒。何时倚虚幌，双照泪痕干。