heading to the port with seeing smiles
summer festival would be tonight

chasing seagulls to cross the ocean
the swings bring me to the other world
to deep to deep

blue world
salty smell
white birds
red clouds

swing swing swing

sugary voice can be heard from the other side
“dong” to come back

heading to the place
you might know everything of me
past and future
thanks for being there all the time
thanks for welcoming us all the time

grown up a little bit? after the try&errors