Abstract
A few days after the first step on the moon by Louis Amstrong, a little boy complains to his mother:
- Mum... I'm so sad... All my dreams about the Moon have been destroyed. I hoped it was like a sparkle shining in the dark sky of the night. Here, just for me, to light me up in this darkness. I used to think it was my confidant, when I was doing some nightmares, deep inside I wished it could protect me from the outside world, from all my fears. When I took a look at the moon, all my tears disappeared. Now I know that's just a pile of dust which brings me nothing. There's no need for me to dream anymore…
What shall I do now? Who will be there to protect me at night?
