and it hit me that love is a game, like in war no one can be blamed.

he white moonlight shining from the window. The crescent moon like a gentle smile. Come on, don't laugh. The goddess of love is salty. I'm so agitated, what will I do. The moon, smiling as always, will be hidden by the clouds tomorrow. Don't look sweetly at me, of the goddess of love. I'll deal with it lightly tomorrow. Telling lies is the beginning of love. The me in the mirror might be just a little pretty...