Boy Under Moonlight

We have all been teenagers under the moonlight in our youth. Holding a sincere heart that has never seen anything in the world, I stumble towards a heartbeat, thinking that sincerity can withstand all difficulties, and bravery will have repercussions. But later I realized that some love can only end with the lips and teeth, some tenderness is just passing through the world, and some are bumped into the wall again and again, only to get minor injuries. Those unspoken confessions, the silent tears in the middle of the night, the sincerity that quietly shrinks back after being stung, and the friends who run with you in circles on the playground have all become the most profound marks of youth. It turns out that growth is never about erasing scars, but about still daring to move forward despite pain; it turns out that the best salvation is never to catch up with a beam of light that is out of reach, but that you will eventually cross the years, reconcile with the once broken self, and become your own moon.