Lying on the beach watching the stars in the sky, listening to the gentle singing of the waves, it is both familiar and long-lost. It seems like drifting wood is quietly waiting for a woman who will appreciate it on the low tide. I passed by it and thought it was beautiful. I wear t-shirts and shorts, consciously destroying the picture without going over, maybe regret will let us see each other again. I want to give you a better self, between the sky and the ocean. (in Balan Turtle Island)