The sea the beach the sand the shells are not toys for you
Sunlight making its way through the crowns of trees
The rays of the setting sun make their way through the trunks of trees
How I want to unlearn now where there will be only me you and the sea
Looking at the picture you inhale the aroma of frosty fog
Natural beauties that make it clear how beautiful they are
The rays of the sun make their way through the trees
The rays of the sun make their way through the trees on the outskirts of the forest
The rays of the sun make their way through the trees