The soldiers are not like the bright moon. Yet year after year, their shadows fall among the pear blossoms. Th…
The soldiers are not like the bright moon. Yet year after year, their shadows fall among the pear blossoms.
The nameless one, in the dark, sang a song about their home, even when they would not identify those next to them.
But the faint singing told them that they were not alone.
To them, the world is huge, and anywhere can be a prison.
They can enjoy a moment of calm when singing.