You're the beaming Sun of my life,
Whose first light crossing the east line.
The light is so warm and so mild,
But it's uncaring to my eyes.
Noon time sun is dancing in tide.
The ray is too bright and too bold.
I hate it when I have to hide,
Even then I can see the gold.
You always are the setting sun,
That turns the sky with peach of cloud.
Best time I never try to shun -
And wish you never go down.
- Daytime Moon -
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