A letter, a promise, a sorrow. You and I have agreed for a lifetime, maybe I am too sensitive; maybe I am too fragile; or maybe it is my imagination. In fact, there is nothing unforgivable. Society reflects reality, like a mirror. When you laugh, someone else laughs, when you cry, someone else cries. This feeling may be the happiness left to me by the moon. It preserves my joy. Only under the moonlight will the veil be lifted and the infected scars will be looked at. Maybe this feeling only exists here. The quiet moonlight makes me rely on it and is my only belief. Everything ends here. It is my sad fate to linger surrounded forever. Remember what we said? I, your life, can prove the truth of this promise. Things are the same, people are not the same, things are the same. If you want to speak, tears will flow first.
Intention: friendship or love