The Moonlight
Just like love, it's increscent sometimes
And sometimes it is waning -
Makes me wonder in wandering rhymes
Every time when it's swaying.
Stayless light! Disappears for a while,
Maybe never existed.
Even though it's so plainly fragile -
Really, who could resist it?
Rapid, burning are stellar explosions;
Yet the moonlight is glowing
Everlastingly - needs no exposure.
Very far - very close.
And who wants to keep hold of the Moon?
Not a jolly good person!
Shine, o Sister, for every buffoon,
Do enlight starry blossoms!
A wanderer begs to be guided
Valiantly through the night...
I shouldn't be focusing on the one-sided -
Dear me, it's not even her light!
Since the original 0ne is too bright, then the answer should be
Observing the night sky and see
Not the Moon - but the Sun.