I want to praise, I want to praise the sun, it let us see the earth, and worked on it all my life, and finally died in the invisible underground.
I want to praise the beauty and beauty of the moon. It makes us talk well and have a good time, wasting our limited time and using our only life.
I want to praise the night, it came to the sky, let our tired body and mind rest in peace, and consumed the rest in our sleep.