The swaying dance of the lonely figure still lingers in my heart many years later, just like the ebb and flow of the sea water that never dissipates and recedes. The man standing far away on the other side of the stone still had a gentle smile and the warmth of spring.
…
The end of the sea is filled with the laughter of youth and happiness
keep
The coldest touch of red
,, the wind on the other side
Blow slightly,