When will you die and lose your elite?
Loyal souls still dive deep,
Waves and valleys drive giant whales.
I used to be a marine.
I used to be a marine.
Love the boat, love the island and love the ocean.
There is navy blood in the blood.
The tide is floating in the chest.
The precious navy uniform system was folded into a commemorative shape.
Blue sea water
Ripples on the shawl
Tie the wrong ribbon
Wearing a close-fitting sea soul shirt
The soul is still surging in the South China Sea
Seagulls are flying on the sea.
That's my heart soaring.
Through the sunshine, emotions are scattered in the sea.
The sea breeze dragged my thoughts for a long time.
I seem to be back in the arms of the sea.
The battleship is still chopping waves.
Looking at the endless blue.
Wan Li Ocean is like a poem and a song.