Do you still want to catch the moonlight that you can't catch?
But my love is obviously surging and hot, why can't the white moonlight shine on me?
Is drawing the circle of the moon repeatedly under the cold moonlight considered a kind of perfection?
The whiteness of the moon and the arms of your lover can never be yours.
The dead white moonlight, or the lover who can never be touched?
Concept: The whiteness of the moon is the moonlight that cannot be grasped, the lover that cannot be touched, the regret, and the incompleteness, but embracing the imperfection of life and reconciling with the regret is also a kind of perfection.