"He lives forever in the fire"
"From then on, when I looked up at the bright moon, it seemed that I was surrounded by the familiar sound of guitar again, and I seemed to be able to see that clear figure again."
On a midsummer night, the bright moon was unusually round and bright, and I fell asleep exhausted.
There was a moment of weightlessness... With sleepy eyes, I came into the vast universe.
That clear young man playing the guitar, that charming little Hui singing unknown nursery rhymes...
The moon is so close, everything is strange and unknown.
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Intention: Always sincere, cherish the past, I believe it will go to our moon.