In June, on the coast

If you don't follow the traveler's footsteps

Until the seaside guarded in June

Is there as much wind and rain on the journey

Has the scattered scenery changed

From the heart to an intended position

The appointed distance will never be a straight line

The waves told me in the form of surge

Just follow the footsteps of the years

Time must put the call ahead

When I touch the sea and stare deep,

There is always a clear place to pick up your eyes

Group after group of happy fish

To explore the depth of my mood at this time

Although I am not a traveler, I have shaken off my elegance

You can pay attention to stepping on the beach with footprints

I don't want to pick up those shells with clear texture

I don't want to knock over the fresh fishy smell with the sea water

If a mirage rises at this time,

I will definitely walk into that dream

In fact, a person's life is a trip

But you can't decide the starting point and the ending point

Some people want to be a grain of sand and soil

Some people want to do a drop of water in the sea

But I just want to be a surging wave

Even if there is only one chance to jump

Also want to rise high, over the golden June

Then, sleep quietly and forever on the coast