Twilight at Sanya Bay

The sea is very hard

Like the great people I respect

Whether they are alive or dead

All of them have to rise early and stay late

To do their best

To eliminate the injustice in this world

Let everyone be like a drop of water in the ocean, born equal

Every night at seven o'clock, the tide rises in Sanya Bay.

The sea arches its greenback

As if to bring this big bowl of bitter water

The sea is so green that it seems to be trying to level the bowl of bitter water. I listened to the noise of the whole night

Delayed until 6:00 a.m. when the tide receded on time

The lights that sailed away, the coconut trees that were knocked down by the tsunami