Standing alone on a high terrace in the city on the sea in the mountains in a garden or on the street at times I always feel the cold moonlight penetrating my body On a winter night standing in a smal

Standing alone on a high terrace, whether in the bustling city, by the vast sea, among the tranquil mountains, in a peaceful garden, or even on a quiet street, I always feel the cold moonlight penetrating my body. Even on a winter's night, when standing in a small courtyard and gazing at the moonlight reflecting on the frosted ground, it feels as though a thick layer of frost has accumulated on my clothes, further enhancing the chill of the night air.