The sea is very close.
Wave after wave was set off.
So close, yet so far away.
That kind of distance cannot be measured with any kind of ruler.
Like broken pieces of porcelain, it shines brightly in the sun.
Blue is an almost melancholic color.
Although it is sometimes magnificent and heroic.
The boy knelt down alone on the white sand beach, stretched out his hands and beat the white sand in front of him hard... He had no intention of stopping, and the force was still increasing, and his fisted hands gradually became red and swollen...