The Bright Moon Shines on Me Alone

First person prison play Seemingly sane, but actually paranoid male ghost gong x gentle white moonlight shou The protagonist has incorrect views! Please do not imitate in reality! The moral bottom line is high and you entered by mistake! —— I once read a story about a boy who fell in love with a star. The ending is that the young man who cannot love stands on the edge of the cliff and stares at his stars, but loses his persistence and courage at the moment of jumping up, and finally breaks into pieces in the mud. The author said that if the boy had enough will, he would have the ability to fly and hold his star in his arms. But I am not that stupid boy, and he is not a star. He is the moon. That moon is unique and dazzling in the night sky. The moon that hangs high in the sky does not shine solely on me. I will not be like that boy, running upward to chase the stars that are destined to be out of reach. I will pull the moon down, let it come close to me, get close to me, snuggle up to me, and finally find the right moment - grab it, so that it will never return to the sky, and its light will only be seen by me from now on. Intention: Because love is more beautiful than hate