The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
It is often difficult for people in the world to escape the shackles of "once".
Once upon a time, my clothes changed, my childhood sweetheart.
Now she has spring flowers, and he also has autumn moon.
But as the dusk deepened, the loneliness became unbearable. It seemed that only he could give her the warmth of home.
My thoughts can no longer be contained and are about to pour out.