She looked up at him like a star looking up at the bright moon. Although there is still a sky, the bright moon can usher in the sun, while the lone star can only disappear alone.
The moonlight fell into the pond, and I clasped my hands slightly, looking down. The cold summer water was ruthless.
The tenderness of the moonlight envelopes my heart. The cold water is merciless and hurts my heart.
This is a lone star, lost in the moonlight and night, pretending to be noisy and sad in the corner.
Can a person who has a beautiful dream drown in his dream?
Thank you for giving me dreams.
Remember the girl's ups and downs.
Intention: Light up the ending for yourself