wander in soft beach, a kind of inarticulate that just feels is sweet. perhaps be god what obstruct our line of sight is too short, still see without there's still time had gone, this world always gives us a few strange think of clever that just discovering when so that be experienced truly when us,thinking also is not ideal actually, exist truly in reality however.
the breath of the sea gradually leap up comes over, resembling is the friends that disappear for years of far and near come in great numbers, free and easy rises and fall. water season connecting part has a certain number of fisher to be in desperately struggle, very footloose expression. listening attentively to the sound of backwash to resemble is roaring in a exclusive quiet, search be born with dead brim.