Keep it forever,
Fold the small paper boats one by one,
Throw it into the sea
The wind blew the boat through the window.
The waves wet the boat.
Standing at the end of the bed, I fold day by day.
One day, a ship will appear where I want.
Mom, if there is a boat in your dream.
Never interfere in this matter.
The ship was bent by the tears of your beloved daughter.
Came home full of her love and sadness.
The test of long-distance travel