+ There are two moons in the world. One is you, and the other is you. It's just that the mountains are clumsy, and I'm clumsy too. The deer shrouded in the afterglow of the sunrise is enough to make a thick fog appear in the forest. The love is deep and I don't know where I'm going. May it come morning and evening again.
Purpose: If you don't believe in love, then just live a good life