I breathe the fresh air of the sea,
look down and sea the reflection of me.
Glance at the boat by the moon and a star,
searching for where the lost sails are.
Do not sigh,
why do not cry.
If you don't try,
the ground may dry.
Sand crumbles between my toes,
watching all the ocean wave shows.
Brushing off my towel for those,
those which have seen their ghosts.
The sun has set,
by the nightly colorless net.
This is as dark as the night will get,
no matter what always remember the beach breeze.
