In the vast sea of people, the probability of meeting each other is one in a billion. Passing by means not knowing, turning one's head and looking back means one's heart is moved. After all, the joys and sorrows of the world are all a bitter journey. Will the end of the journey lead to peace in the world? Shining on the stars and the lonely moon, you are like you, there are not many in the world; you are the only poet in the world, and your country is thousands of miles away.
Concept: Lone Moon is the poet's own self.