A white seagull
Quietly peck through my colorful dreams
It's like a fishing fire
Lost in my melancholy childhood and
coastline
It's too small
I haven't learned to fly yet.
Can only blow away the eyelashes of the night.
Look at the beautiful shadow of the moon.
Early in the morning, the fisherman's uncle cast a net.
Fishing is like a dream
Bloom in his hands
Just like my childhood memories.
Always go with the flow.
Light in a dream
night
A small fishing fire
Grow up in a dream
Start learning to fly.
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