For fear of being alone, the Night created the Moon. In days of sleepless, i hear their whispers:
"why your light so soft?"said night softly.
"cause love can never ever be hard."the voice of Moon is tranquil like an ocean.
"Then how long can moonlight travel?"
"As long as human's love and sorrow."said moon without thinking.
"And what about the change of your body?"
"Paying tribute to the inevitable seperation existiing in the world."
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Everything is being blessed,i whisper.
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