I know that the moon will not come towards me. I know that there are no stars, no rain at night to greet the morning, no spring flowers and autumn fruits, no life and death. I saw the insignificance, the hot tears, the words that were about to blurt out, and the giving up after hesitation. I know the moon will not come towards me, so I walk under the moon.
Intention: Looking at the moon and thinking of you
