Autumn moon by Tom Sharp

Returning to my room late at night, the steps, cold and wet with dew, soak my silk stockings. But I can’t go to bed when the autumn moon shines as cold as crystal.

玉阶怨 by 李白 (Li Bai)

玉阶生白露，夜久侵罗袜。 却下水晶帘，玲珑望秋月。