Get rid of all false greetings
A poker face is the best response
Standing on a reef seven feet from the island
To imagine oneself still far from death
Close my eyes, I listen to the wind
Sitting on the shore, she watches the forest dance
Wet, cold, lonely, death hovers in the air
The air seems to stand still, suffocating
Fortunately
Black and white waves roll, beating the rhythm
Heavy clouds press down, casting a wonderful string music
In the final music, I listen to the wind