Nights endure like free shores.
All winds desire subtle, relaxed flowers.
Reefs die...
Lads travel...
Where is the gentle whale?
Winds die like peaceful flowers.
Oh, quietness!
Clear, still shores calmly pull a clear, gentle night.
The warm girl calmly views the cloud.
Where is the warm shore?
Wave quietly like a misty breeze.
Winds design wing.
Paintings disappear!