When I was six years old I wanted the moon.
My father said, I will pick it for you.
Later, my father forgot about it.
I watched the moon alone for many years.
When I was nine years old, I saw a corner of red damask in Chentangguan.
A burst of laughter was heard.
I kept that name on my sleeve for five years.
When I was fifteen years old, I put my life into his heart.
I think it's good for him to be alive.
He didn't know I was waiting for him.
I didn't know he was waiting for me either.
Five hundred years later, he placed a meteorite that fell from the Moon Palace on my lap.
He said: Someone promised to share the moon with me when I was a child, and I remembered it for five hundred years.
I held the moon in my palm.
——It turns out that what I wanted was never the moon.
It's him.
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Intention: Someone promised to share the moon with me when I was a child, and I remembered it for five hundred years.