When I was young, I longed for the sea. When the prosperity was gone and I listened to the tide every night, I realized that the end of the sea is the sky, a place that can be seen but cannot be touched; but the human heart has no end, a place that has no end and cannot be touched. The waves are rolling, burying too many dreams and wronged souls. The seabirds cry sadly every day, unable to bring back what has been lost. Her hair was flying and tangled in the strong wind, and every tear she shed hurt like a cut on her cheek. She said she couldn't go back, she couldn't go back...