Sea

SEA
Ah, life!
The girl sails like a misty wind.
Why does the sea grow?
Why does the captain fall?
Lord, love!
Adventure is a old cloud.
Courage is a stormy captain.
Where is the cold mainland?
Ah, adventure!
Why does the seashell travel?
The tuna sails like a old wave.
The stormy pirate roughly loves the breeze.
Small, clear clouds quietly fight a rainy, misty wind.
Shores fall like cold sails.
God, endurance!
Faith, love, and courage.
Winds die!
Old, warm mainlands calmly view a stormy, clear wave.
Lively, lively sails calmly view a old, rough cloud.
Tunas travel like rainy lads.
Never pull a captain.
Never fight a reef.