The bright moon in the sky cannot stop the gusts of wind from blowing
I don't want to fight with people, God, or fate.
But the cage of life is like a big net that traps me in it
Can't tolerate my breathing, can't tolerate my crying
I'm walking with difficulty
In the end, I was left empty-handed.
Lost everything, only the rags left
Even with tight clothes, I don't want to fight anymore
Cool night
Cold to the point of chilling the spine
Concept: The moon shines on us with its brightest side, but we cannot ignore its dark side