每年的月圆，总在天体的轨迹上悄然回归，无声无息，却总是如约而至。

可人间的灯火辉煌，常常让我们忘却了仰望。月光，这温柔的光辉，究竟要照向何方？

而那些逐渐被遗忘的习俗，是否已经被便捷的联络工具所取代？

也许，随着时光的流转，遗忘才是永恒的旋律，而能长久记住的，或许只有小时候记忆中的那一抹清幽的月光，仿佛时间也未曾走远，依然是那轮皎洁的明月。

Each year, the full moon quietly returns along its celestial path—without sound or announcement, yet always as promised.

But the brilliance of earthly lights so often makes us forget to look upward. Where is the moonlight, that tender radiance, meant to fall?

And have the customs slipping slowly from memory already been replaced by the ease of instant connection?

Perhaps, as time turns, forgetting is the eternal refrain. What endures may be only that secluded wash of moonlight held in childhood memory—as though time had never traveled far, and the same luminous moon were still above us.