Who knows that I invited the breeze to embrace the bright moon, but who knows what it means that the breeze has stopped and the bright moon has disappeared?

In other words, what I want to do always backfires for various reasons.

If one day I can do whatever I want, it will be turned upside down.

Literally, I hope I can blow a breeze to disperse the dark clouds and keep the full moon. Who knows that it is no longer windy, and the moon is not round.