He hates that the bright moon hangs high in the sky but does not shine on him
He complained that the bright and soft light slowly dimmed
But no matter how much you hate, how much you resent, you can't compare to how much you love.
She said he was her sun
Then he will become the sun behind the moon
illuminate her, lift her up
He wants her to hang high in the night sky, her light bright and soft, no longer dim
He/she said
"Why drag him/her down from the altar when he/she is already on top of the clouds?"
Intention: Please be bold once in your youth