“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.” ” There once was a moon, as beautiful as can be, only the stars could fathom, but the sun could not see. The sun so radiant, he burns so bright.
Some of us doesn't know how beautiful darkness is. Bare in mind if there's no dark there will be no light. In some sense, darkness portrays evil. In deeper aspects it portray sadness, and that is much, much worse.
I shall tell this to my kids every night before they sleep when I adopt them when I'm twenty and I shall call one Cariad and the other Lapushka! (Cariad is a term of endearment in Wales and Lapushka is term of endearment in Russia!
Wild Moon Raglan - Off White - Spell. Love the T and the sunnies