A poem describing the reflection of the lake.

The lake stopped breathing and the ripples no longer overflowed. Only you in memory are watering your mood. I look at you from the water and see your clear eyes, cleaning up in the reflection. Interpreting the starry sky with pure dreams, everything is like the story of a poem in a fairy tale. When I see your slender hair stretching out from the castle to the moonlight, it feels like a spring in the desert. Just a little is enough to make people secretly happy. I didn't fall asleep. My soul woke up from the snow in the distant Alps. Gently kiss the reflection in the water. Yes, I am willing or praying, give the world a second, let time stand still, let the reflection in the water stand still.