Sun Chariot chases the haze;
The scarlet hues of the sunshine blaze;
The swirling starlings speak farewell to me
Flying westward, farther to the eternity.
Full of pathos fills the broken heart
And the loneliness becomes comfort;
I shall sing when Moon Chariot soon
Arrives in cold, bright beauty alone.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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