The sun gave the moon light, gave the moon hope, gave her the ability to shine and the capital to shine. The stars were willing to surround her at night and serve as a foil for her. All he could do was accompany her in the lonely night, even if she was not thinking about him every night, and she was proud of the stars just waiting for him. Even if it went against the principle, even if it was impossible, she still wanted to meet the man who gave him light, maybe it was love? Or maybe not.
My dear, will you choose him who gives you light but is out of reach, or is he who is within reach and understands you, but is not the one you remember and think about?
You stand at the source of the world, but I stand at the end of the world. We are facing forward, waiting for each other, but we don't know that our world is a perfect garden. We watch the sunrise and sunset alone, but we don't know that we are right behind each other, but we are both stubborn and do not look back. . .