From a song sung by a singer in the early morning, quietly.
I don't look at the moon, and I don't look at you, so the moon and you are in the dark. I look at the moon and at you. You think I only like the moon, and only the moon knows that I like you.
An obscure guilty verdict
1, I open a bakery and you open a flower shop, so that you can send me a small bouquet of flowers every day, and I can come to see you in a small skirt and with a soft cake. It must have been a beautiful night.
I want to stay with you all the time. If I can't be your moon, I will be your star.
I want to feel your tenderness. I saw the moon today.