Night, deep.
Star, bright.
Floating clouds, loneliness.
Early month, lonely.
The meteors streaking across the night sky are a sad destiny.
Who can break the curse of being unable to love?
When the morning star falls, the night sky becomes lonely.
I wrote this article after someone asked me to do it, (smiling) Ye hopes everyone likes it.
Because Ye also likes to say...
Original title: Princess Confused