內文的詩：
To the Moon
Like a friend who doesn’t speak,
But always knows the words I seek.
She stays so still, yet always near,
A silent light that’s soft and clear.
Among the trees,
along the shore,
She drifts beside me evermore.
At times so small,
at times so wide,
She moves with me,
but stays outside.
Our lives are maps
we slowly draw,
With paths we choose
and things we saw.She holds the past I’ve left behind,
And futures I have yet to find.In all I am, and used to be
The moon is there,
Still here with me.