Revert to one 's origin
Messages delivered in time series succession
It is frequently collected by the years
The process of life
In the rhythm of the sun penetrating deep into the blood
Inadvertently falling into the abyss of the seasons
Ran all his life and was touched by the wind
Time travels through the gates of life
Dedicate a song of praise for autumn
So in the season when the fruit is sweet and bird sounds
The soul avoids the last tremor
A home for destiny
Connecting a long heart path
Unleash your inspiration and dive into the dirt
On the manuscript paper laid out in the cold of winter
Compose deep notes
So the rhythm of spring's life resounded through the song
Fishing villages
The days when men go to sea
Fishing villages are always full of a longing
Women are to stand by the sea
Watch the sunset go away at dusk
Let the sound of the waves wet the thoughts
In the depths of a woman's dreams
Men's nets
Even if you miss the fishing news because of doubts
The legend of the Wangfu Stone
It will also not be rusted by the waves
The net is bitten by joy in the season
The woman's shuttle will be fully replenished
At this time, the woman's net
It was the man who was caught
Neglectful care
All year round, tinkering
What is cultivated is the belief of men
What is added is the expectation of women
So the days are in careful calculation
Filtered over, fishing villages by the sea
Every day there is a coconut wind swinging
A woman's sweet dreams
Fishing village style