She thought she was marrying the man who gave her the bow under the moonlight at the border.
When the red lid was opened, I realized I had paid wrongly.
He thought he would never see her again in his life.
My soul is in my brother's body, but I don't dare to recognize each other so close to each other.
Until that night, she studied ink and picked up a pen, writing in the corner of the old map: Is it you?
Three years ago, when he rode out of the city gate, she chased him to see him off.
Three years later, he came back in someone else's skin, and she still recognized the moon beside him among thousands of people.
