The carriage rolls on, the horses trot along; you travel east through the mountains, then farther east. How can I take flight and chase the west wind?
May I be like the stars and you the moon, our light shining together night after night.
The moon dims for a while, but the stars shine on. Let their light wait until the moon returns, and on the fifteenth, may they both shine full and bright.
I'm new here, so please encourage me.
O(∩_∩)O There is love~