Wasteland: Escape from the Moon

The home on the moon has become my wife's ice coffin. She was soaked in cold water and all traces were washed away. The murderer only left a note: "I took your son away. Don't look for him." No one believed me, no one helped me. I have been chasing the murderer all my life, and finally I discovered that the truth is crueler than death. We are struggling to survive on the dead moon, but we cannot escape the judgment of fate. A family of three looked up at the bright blue planet side by side. How hot the yearning is, how cold the ending is. I once wrote about reunion, and finally wrote about brokenness with my own hands. The moon is cold and the wind is silent. From now on, there will be no more of us in this world.