The sun sets in the west.
She has never lost her way.
It's a spectacle and a miracle.
She chose the west.
But sometimes the view is clouded.
The cloud bank is enthroned in the sky.
She captures the sunbeam
and gets little thanks for it.
The sun moves on punctually.
She looks at her watch.
Despite the clouds, she shines bright and cheerful,
because she is a cheerful person.
I wonder what the west will bring.
The sun is fixed on him.
I will test it on vacation
then you will see what fascinates you.