The spring river tide rises level with the sea, and the bright moon over the ocean rises with the tide.
The sea breeze blew gently. The light of the moon was reflected in his eyes as he gazed tenderly at the distant ocean.
Now and then, the light from the lighthouse out at sea brushed his hair.
Shimmering waves, soft and still.
"Have you ever seen the sea in spring?" A gentle breeze brushed his eyelashes, just like his smile.
"When the snow falls, remember the spring sea..." He was always smiling, in the sea breeze, beneath the bright moon.
But this winter, the snow did not fall again.
Theme: Keep living with all your heart, and look toward the future
