The moon glows on the river, wind rustles the pines. Long night clear evening--what are they for? — Ueda Akinari Copy Share Image
“Dark here comes quickly. He undresses and slips into his silky cold sleeping bag. Up above, the clouds mask the stars and… — Julia Leigh Copy Share Image
You are the moon. That glows in my heart. You're my daytime my night time. My world. You're my life. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When the sun falls on your face, my world is lost in yours, for we go to our special place, there are… — Unkown Copy Share Image
