The Starlight

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1ill the sleepless appeals in the stany night,

All the shine with a different lonely outline, Oh just waiting for this moment of charming deEght. Don't mind whose faint galaxy will light up in the heart, Only beEeve that shooting stars like to through your soul and noble eyes. The constellation on the left is luck for you, The constellation on the right is your very dream *s knight. All turned into the sound of your dreams indeed, Without sadness again of course I'm sure you do, Cause it*s only your primal might. The starlight of the stars becoming soft and more

white, Giving this world the silver hopes without any slight. Like a. soft giant net, Shrouding the rush of the past, In your silent and pink bight. The starlight of the stars becoming soft and more white, Peeking at the faint noise in this may dignified night, whatever you' re thinking or nothing in think, Don't waste your lifetime with the meaningless wight.

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The Moon

[t seems to be a work of art carved from jade. Mountains are now particularly beautiful against the backdrop of Osmanthus fragrans. The moon shines like white hair. White light and feith are warmer in autumn than in spring. On Mid—Autumn Festival, people hold up their wine glasses and face the beautiful night. They look at the round moon and miss their distant relatives again. If the moon rises to the top of the sky one day, Then the whole world will be shrouded in silver light .

Although they don't know what's going to happen.