A Homesick Night Deep in the cold Autumn midnight. the sleepless crekets sigh. I open the window as to speak to the Moon Palace, which is far,far away in the sky. The cold wind, the lonely night. The moon weeps, covering half of her face. Alas! What's on her mind Looking at the sad moon, I cry. The moon and I, Though have the different secrets, the feeling we have must be the same kind. How time flies! I am troubled by the homesick, With the Mid-Autumn Festival arrive. I do not know, whether the moon in my hometown, is the same one as here above in the sky