The story always begins very tenderly, and then the sunset dyes the sea of clouds red, and our story is unfinished.
However, you are not my moon. I just happened to see your light, which became my extravagant wish when I was young.
Later, I suddenly realized that there is no light in you. The so-called light is my admiration for you with full love.
Intention: I don't know where love comes from, but it goes deep.