Everyone loves the sun, but I don't like it. He is too dazzling. Whenever I want to get close to him and bathe in his light, I always get burned. I love the moon even more. I like to bloom to the fullest in the time and space where it exists. Under its gentle glow, I feel love. Later I learned that there is no difference between them, because the moon is the sun's preference for me, so I also fell in love with the sun...
Concept: Will flowers in the dark only wither?