The moon didn't shed tears,
Falling is just the beauty of the night.
The stars are not sad,
Wandering only for the drunkenness of the moon.
The flower just broke,
Crushed into thousands of dust and eventually turned into tears.
The eagle just flies,
I always regret not being half full of calla lilies.
Loving challenges is my strength, long articles are my fatal flaw, (*^__^*) Hee hee... This is a collection of short stories. I want to try different styles. Points are not the most important. As long as you like it, it is my motivation to write. Thank you.