He waves farewell on a whale.
The wind sings quietly still.
The lonely man starts off his trial.
Alas! How I wish he could be well.
Since he becomes a spot in my sight,
Stars cry with broken silver lights.
Is it the sorrowful day or am I
Left behind in this homesick rhyme?
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