The moon is a decaying corpse that has been orbiting for hundreds of millions of years.
Every day, every day, she is a new yearning.
The poet writes her romantic masterpiece, and the world compares her to her beautiful features. She is the warm wine in the cup, the lingering wind, and a blank space waiting to be written.
She is the bright moon in the sky, she has been dead for thousands of years.
Concept: Lies are the only truth, and love is the only destination.