Early morning, walking towards the shore
Dreaming, drifting to the starry sky
The sea breeze blows on the shore, as if the sea breeze is also afraid of the cold
Slowly burrowing into our clothes
And we seem to be amiable, for the warmth of the sea breeze
We arrived early, or the sun was late
Winter, this cold door
The sun, shy, crosses this door
Came in, into this big world
Everyone is waiting for him, everyone wants him to appear
Everyone is afraid to look at him, everyone looks at this heaven and earth
This heaven and earth, this sea, with him form
It makes a wonderful picture
When the light pours down
All things will rejoice, rejoice in every detail
We will also rejoice, rejoice in every second
I wish to fly
Above this sea
In this sky, under this sun
I want to be on this sea
And feel the beauty of the ebb and flow of the tide
I wish to be a wave
No matter how far it is, it will always reach the shore
When I reach it, my heart is overjoyed
In the morning, my body is far away
In my dreams, my dreams are empty
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