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A few short lines are full of tenderness, rubbing together the daily life of jasmine, street lamps, writing paper and moon, the soberness of “each has its own time zone” and the firmness of “twilight weaving galaxy”. The words are shallow and deep, like holding a warm mass of starlight. A few short lines filled with tenderness blend the daily life of jasmine, streetlights, and manuscript paper with the clarity of ‘each having its own time zone’ and the determination of ‘soft light weaving galaxies’. The words are shallow in writing but profound in meaning, like holding a warm cluster of starlight. Words Huang Junhua composer Huang Junhua singer Huang Junhua lyrics JunHua Huang composer JunHua Huang singer JunHua Huang lyrics: jasmine on the windowsill opened the third crop, the night wind blew the shadow very long, I counted the times when the street lamp lit up, like counting those unspoken wishes, half a rubber was hidden in the schoolbag, pencils were smeared with the moon on the draft paper, and everyone said they didn’t have their own time zones, I am the little star on the edge of the Milky Way. I am awake and not competing with the sun and moon. My faint but firm halo illuminates an inch of scenery under my feet. Ordinary is the gentle palm of the earth. Unique is the trace of the night sky. Every light has its meaning. I weave my galaxy with dim light,