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“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night just to let her breathe.” She asked.
“Once during a time when the earth was simple, the Sun shone brighter than anything. The people were grateful and
rejoiced every time the sun shone. He brought them joy and hope, he was even the source of their warmth.
But he was lonely, all by himself in the vast skies. He would look down at the people dancing in his radiance and
wonder if he was simply destined to a life of solitary. That was the price he paid for being the brightest, he reasoned.
Then there was the moon. As the sun grew weary and began to disappear, she would rise into the sky, flanked by
millions of stars. Her radiance was a sad kind of beauty, one that went unnoticed as people slept. The stars watched
her with wishfullness, hoping that one day they would get close enough so she wouldn’t feel so empty. But they
couldn’t. The moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights.
Until one day whenthe Sun was sliding out of the Heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare
side of her being exposed to the light. And while the sun could shine, he knew the moon could glow, and a faithful
whisper trumped an arrogant shout any day.
So just as the stars were wandering into the night, the sun fell in love like a snowball hurdling down a mountain. How
he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But the moon was
untouchable. Uncurable. Unfreeable.
‘Go’ She whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of the morning, ‘Go
and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day and I cast a glow on the night. We will
never be. Our connection would go against what all people believe, all the know’ During the summer he would stay
just a little while longer in case she changed her mind. But it was no use.
‘Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.’ Those were the last words the moon was strong
enough to speak to the Sun.” He responded.
Nó không có thói quen kể chuyện buồn của mình cho người khác nghe.
Bởi vì họ còn trăm bề lo toan, họ cũng có lúc mệt mỏi, buồn phiền.
Sao nó phải đổ lên người họ nỗi đau của nó?
Vậy nên nó chọn im lặng và chịu đựng, nó hay làm những thứ điên rồ để thõa lắp lòng mình.
Nếu nó kể một câu chuyện cười, thì có thể mọi người sẽ cùng cười với nó.
Nhưng khi nó kể một câu chuyện buồn, thì ai sẽ khóc cùng nó?
ngủ _-_
The story of the Sun and the Moon
“Once during a time when the earth was simple, the Sun shone brighter than anything. The people were grateful and
rejoiced every time the sun shone. He brought them joy and hope, he was even the source of their warmth.
But he was lonely, all by himself in the vast skies. He would look down at the people dancing in his radiance and
wonder if he was simply destined to a life of solitary. That was the price he paid for being the brightest, he reasoned.
Then there was the moon. As the sun grew weary and began to disappear, she would rise into the sky, flanked by
millions of stars. Her radiance was a sad kind of beauty, one that went unnoticed as people slept. The stars watched
her with wishfullness, hoping that one day they would get close enough so she wouldn’t feel so empty. But they
couldn’t. The moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights.
Until one day whenthe Sun was sliding out of the Heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare
side of her being exposed to the light. And while the sun could shine, he knew the moon could glow, and a faithful
whisper trumped an arrogant shout any day.
So just as the stars were wandering into the night, the sun fell in love like a snowball hurdling down a mountain. How
he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But the moon was
untouchable. Uncurable. Unfreeable.
‘Go’ She whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of the morning, ‘Go
and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day and I cast a glow on the night. We will
never be. Our connection would go against what all people believe, all the know’ During the summer he would stay
just a little while longer in case she changed her mind. But it was no use.
‘Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.’ Those were the last words the moon was strong
enough to speak to the Sun.” He responded.
Haizzz tự nhiên thấy buồn...Nó không có thói quen kể chuyện buồn của mình cho người khác nghe.
Bởi vì họ còn trăm bề lo toan, họ cũng có lúc mệt mỏi, buồn phiền.
Sao nó phải đổ lên người họ nỗi đau của nó?
Vậy nên nó chọn im lặng và chịu đựng, nó hay làm những thứ điên rồ để thõa lắp lòng mình.
Nếu nó kể một câu chuyện cười, thì có thể mọi người sẽ cùng cười với nó.
Nhưng khi nó kể một câu chuyện buồn, thì ai sẽ khóc cùng nó?
ngủ _-_
~~~Unlissimi~~~
