wikepedia As if the river asks the moon to come closer, "I'm tired of touching only your reflection." As if the moon's silent no is because, "Every dawn, each goodbye I bid you is a knive I stab to myself... Then how could I survive another kind of goodbyes? The ones when I already know your touch?" 4y

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