shakes the snow-white window screens like water waves
A red sun on the sea
Ran Ran rises
Take a bunch of white clouds as a note
Cut a wisp of acacia as a pen
Grab a handful of sea water to grind
Ask seagulls and flying pigeons to send a message
Tread against the wind
Pick up pieces < > Sometimes, I am worried
It wrinkles the face of the sea
I can't hold a
salty tear
Like me, it
often misses you in Bohai Bay
doodles with white clouds
uses the storm as a mount
sweeps across Bohai Bay
sweeps across the whole land
But tonight's Bohai Bay
winds.