Mid-Autumn I am someone with a deep attachment to the moon, and I believe that looking up at the night sky is a beautiful thing.

There are some words that, when spoken under the moon and among the stars, become exceptionally beautiful.

I often find myself looking up at the sky in the courtyard while chatting with others, saying things I wouldn't usually bring up during the day. Whenever that happens, I always wish I could pull the person on the other end of the phone to my side, to look up at the same night sky with me.

Because the words I speak at those moments are only complete when accompanied by the sky in my eyes. When I say those things, there are truly stars and the moon in my eyes.

I have never been a person favored by luck; few of the things I have looked forward to with all my heart have turned out as I wished. Yet, life often gives us sudden surprises like a playful wink, and that fleeting moment of happiness then carries us through a long stretch of the journey.

These little, precious moments are the good fortune that belongs uniquely to me.

Many years ago, a group of us sat by the roadside, looking up to find the first star to appear. They were chatting about funny things that happened at school, or who had received a love letter from whom. I didn't listen carefully; my neck was sore, and my eyes felt dry, but I was unwilling to blink. Finally, I joyfully discovered the first star in the sky, and just as I was about to cheer while rubbing my eyes, the night sky was already dotted with stars.

Along with the joy from that time, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.