Finally, It came
But with rain
which hide the moon away
which spoil my plan
which spoil my mood, too
Looking outside
Praying hard
Please, please stop the rain
But in vain
It poured
Luckily, we celebrated a day before
It reminded me of my nostalgia
holding a little fragile tanglung
seemed to be easily burned up
And it was my day of mooncake celebration
I hope this light will be passed to our generation forever....never stop...
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