M: The boy's dream is that high-spirited sailors ride in the vast blue ocean. The boy's heart is sailing day after day, wandering in the farthest cape. The boy really dreams of crossing the ocean to reach the sky. Woman: Boat, you are my childhood sail, carrying me across the deep blue river and listening to the legendary conch. You are the window of my youth, and let me see the free and easy horizon through those lines of words.
You are a flowing dream, a floating home, the singing of seabirds, and the snow-white waves stirred by propellers. Man: When my childhood dream finally came true, I had mastered the direction of the rudder in my hand. The whistle of youth has sounded, and only when the road under my feet is braving the wind and waves has it become a turbulent sea chest. The howling wind, like an elegant sea girl's ear, whirls across the ocean and reaches the sky. Woman: Ship, you are the loom of the sea.
With long-term ideas.
Woven with colorful neon sand
You are the slow sea breeze.
A guitar that becomes a reality.
Singing softly in the captain's hand
You are the rotating radar, the low hum of the engine, and the orange floating in the sky when you leave the dock.
M: Ask yourself, why can't my hero visit his family and take care of his wife and children when he travels far away? Ask yourself why my hero wanders.
Show passion, sprinkle blood, fight rough waves, save the day, meditate, cross the ocean and go straight to the sky. Woman: Ship, you are the blood of offshore oil, a passionate element that makes crude oil gush out again and again. You are the footsteps of petroleum predecessors yesterday, groping in the historical sky and placing high hopes on tomorrow. We are in the future waters (continuous)
You are one of the 50 million square meters.
It is the sum of CNOOC's 40,000 employees.
Let's work together.
Write a hymn of youth for you (Wen/Bo Xin and Duan Ruifang)