The judge said that it was all the fault of the beautiful moonlight that night. If the moonlight had not been so beautiful, how could she have picked up a troublesome crane?
Every time he was frightened by the troublemaking crane, the judge wanted to go back to that day and slap him to death for promising countless sweet words and vows to each other.
But every time something happened, He would always ask with a smile, "Don't you love me, baby?"
"Love love love."
"Then do you forgive me?"
What should the examiner say? Of course I choose to forgive him.
It's all the fault of the beautiful moonlight.