Sometimes people choose to destruct themselves.
The open sea in front of me
Is inviting me to play by its shore
The white sand and little seashells
And soft wind of the east
Yes, the sea is inviting me
From the depth of the sea
An eagle caught its prey
And from that same depth
I wish to regain a deeper me
Yes, the depth is my wish
The coldness of green sea water
And daring sun ray on my skin
Remind me of tales of my life
That only moon watch over
Yes, I’m ending the tales here
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