With its flowing Ship destinations, Getting flourishing In the sea, Waving the high tide, And yatching in the air, Surrounding by the hope, To meet its again called up journey.
Laid a broken shell, Perceiving in wooden rock, Shaking and creeping . Loving a majestic piece of ice, Crystalling in sunny weather, Illuminating inner wickedness, Hardening the temperature.
Where people inhale loved ones, Make them more close. In the journey process, They teach the long tracks of Set of one another letting, Discard And mute.