I walked on the way to my house.
Many peoples were looking up sky.
someone who passed by me on the road saied,"how bright ".
so I looked up the sky. On my face,there was a large and bright moon.
The moon were more bright for all people except me.
The moon has no relationship with me and all peoples have no relationship with me.
In the company no person talk with me. It's not because they hate me, but I look very kind and very busy and very quiet, So they wouldn't interrupt me.
I'm a lonely person living a thrive city
alone.
