Seeing pity alone, who knows that my heart reflects the moon or beauty?
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You can't see the moon when you see the color, and you can't see people when you hear the sound.
The beauty is still here, can I confess?
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On the moon, the stars twinkle again and again.
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Something that pleases people or hearts,
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The moon is bright and the stars are in the dark.
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Page after page of the past, each page has the word "moon".
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No inspiration. . . . . . . . . . . . .