In the afternoon of farewell, I shall also be lost,
Despite striving relentlessly, this symbol won’t be found.

Tainted by the allure of twilight's crimson glow,
In the canvas of the sky, the radiance will fade away.

Someone didn’t keep it in mind,
They thought the night was rare,
Who made this world luminous,
Should not be doubted! What a paradoxical abode!

The moon,...