The wind on the rooftop is very cold
The hem of her skirt dances gracefully
Following the wind, her dark eyes looked straight at me
"Tell me, who is the moon waiting for?"
Her tone is like poetry
It's night, the moon and stars are sparse
I looked at the moon and kept silent
she asked again and again
More and more crazy every time
I feel like I just came back to my senses
The words came out of my mouth unconsciously
"People who are in perfect harmony with each other and will never be separated."
She heard
I got my wish and fell back with relief.
She died
I thought this was the end of the matter
Unexpectedly, this was the beginning of the change
Intention: To live toward the light