The huge waves rolled overhead and gave out their truest roar.
The blue sky in the past is no longer blue. The white clouds in the past are no longer white.
They carry the desperate gray and black
In the impending disaster, I stubbornly held on to the sky
Hold back and say I love you. When will this tumultuous love stop?
Why do the people I love always cry?
It's too late to say I love you, maybe this is fate
If I were not the son of the sea, would you still give me bubbles and hopeless love?