Pony*******

(Note, the translation is adopted by the Tidal subtitle group. The protagonist has not read the original work. There are many women. It should be broken down. If you don't like it, don't read it.) Are the sun and the moon both wrong? Is it the sun hanging in the sky that is regarded as night? Or is the moon hanging in the starry sky seen as early morning? Or is it a confession that you haven't yet awakened from when you first met the sun and the moon? The bud of love that was crushed in the wind and snow? Or maybe it's the shining morning light before the sun rises and after the moon sets. Or the honesty, optimism, kindness, loyalty, and generosity encountered along the way have all turned into sparkling twilight. Dawn, twilight, shine, sparkle.