Sometimes when I look upon the sky,
I wonder, how lonely must the sun be.
Nothing to complement, no one to accompany.
Oh, I can only hear its solemn cry!
She starts her life as a shy littly lady,
blossoming into a glorious body.
Gleaming above all creatures.
Showing her wondrous features.
Though life seems great from the beginning,
it progresses into a sorry ending.
At last it bleeds all its mustered perfection,
fading into the endless oblivion.
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