The moon is such a beautiful thing.
It is not as hot as the sun, but always quiet and shining on us gently.
I have a secret love for the moon
But my mother, the woman like the sun
She loves me and the moon
At least that's what she thinks
But she can't stand us falling in love
So she held the moon tightly in her palm, trying to squeeze the moon back to its original shape first, and then deal with me.
But what she didn't expect was that
The more beautiful something is, the more fragile it is
The moon has long been dilapidated under his oppression year after year
Give it a pinch
It broke
She didn't feel too sad, she just found me again
Using the same method, trying to get me back to where I was before
She never thinks it's her fault
It's the moon, it's the moon's own problem
but she was wrong
I will be broken too
like the moon
I'm standing next to the remains of the moon, looking at the real moon
I am... So, so close to the moon...
I should be in outer space by now
After all
I can't breathe anymore
Purpose: Oppose Chinese-style education and expose the impact of Chinese-style education on children