In the pale blue clouds of the sea,
What a lonely sail, shining with white light
What is it looking for in a distant place?
What did it leave in its lovely hometown?
The waves are rough-the sea breeze is whistling,
The mast is bending and creaking.
This is not about seeking happiness,
It's not to escape happiness and run to the other side!
Below is a blue wave clearer than the blue sky.
This is the golden sunshine. ...
She, my wheat, prayed anxiously for the storm,
There seems to be peace in the storm.