C147 Being followed

After a long and arduous morning of planning, it was finally time to rest and eat something. She walked to the deserted balcony of the company to contact the songs she had written.

"That crescent moon is just like your eyes. I am like a lonely star, approaching bit by bit, a little greedy. The night sky is light as the sea, whales call out, the moon shines in my heart, I am a lonely star