There once was a tale long ago,
of friendship and of a love so pure.
Between the sun, the moon and the willow tree.

The quiet earning left to grow,
the burning passion with no cure.
the #unrequited with no decree.

until the faithful day,
of secrets revealed...
the sun, the spy...

Happiness fades away

On that day friend became foe.
Whilst affection became love...

And jealousy became hatred,
And then a curse that banished the moon to the night sky to separate them.

And ... When true love seemed lost.
The willow tree weapt so much that a lake of love was formed...

On the day that the surface of the lake grew so large, the willow finally noticed the silent cries of the moon upon the reflection of the lake.

And finally in that moment the willow extended it's branches to touch the surface of the lake, so that it once again can be close to it's love once again.