Silver beach, lying quietly by the sea.
Fireworks at night make every grain of sand shine.
The wind is blowing silver light.
Is the sea crying? You can only feel whatever you want.
Grain by grain, shiny silver sand is like that.
Smashed stars.
The budding bud has not yet grown into a mature and open beauty.
Flowers bloom and fall, and life is full of passion and emotion.
Into a sad language.
The stars in the sky are lovely, but out of reach.
The shattered star, falling on the earth, will light up the heart near it.
The interpretation is plain and gentle.
Stars and flowers, break it. Broken is the most beautiful.
What people recognize is not beauty, but pursuit.
Just because love is pure and flawless.
Lie on your back on the silver beach at low tide.
There are broken stars smiling up and down.
Sing a carefree song.
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