If I were the moon, I would gently touch the earth with the bright moonlight. Cicada makes a faint cry, and owl catches voles with sharp eyes. I set my sights on the bustling city, where there are happy people and poor beggars. I will be happy, laugh, grieve and grieve with them. ...
When a new day comes, I will go home to rest, when the sun rises in the east and brings vitality to everything. I accompany the children of the stars, play together, go shopping together and be naughty together. We will leave quietly and go to a new city. There, I will tell stories and play games for the little stars.
Brother Sun chased us and wanted to be with us. But the little star is always too naughty, holding my hand and joking with the sun. We often leave in a hurry without any news. Brother Sun works harder and harder. We often avoid him and his pursuit.