The waves are a heartbeat that doesn't breathe
As I watch the waves roll in from afar, they sweep over my soul like a nightmare.
I can't breathe as they come closer and closer to the shoreline.
When I step barefoot on the soft, delicate quicksand that has been washed over and over again, like floating on a thick cloud.
So I can't help but sink into his cool tenderness.
When I touched the reef, the texture of the years and the waves, the hard shell of the reef, the traces of the changing seasons.
The reef and the white shells embedded in it have witnessed the cycle of life and death at the end of the sea.
The ebb and flow of the tide never leaves me, so I am in awe of the loyalty and perseverance of life.
When the laden cargo ships disappear from the shoreline, when the distant sails sail into the distant shore, when the sunset rays fall on the stirring sea level through the gaps in the overcast clouds, when the waves crash down on the reefs with holes in them.
When the fantasies and dreams of the past come to life
When I let go of everything and embraced the twenty-year-old sea with a bouquet of flowers
Later I realized that my sea was not blue but lime green
My youth was just a birthday party that had to end
The storm was the sea's cry
It was also waiting for the next sunny day...
