This picture is fulled of sorrows and unsettle thoughts of me. I heard that if I have any troublesome, I can always tell the beach all about it and throw all of it away through the blowing wind. I could hear millions of thoughts through passing by wind where millions of people let go of the unpleasant stories and I am just a soft voice among those. The beach plays an important role of keeping people's secret and never reveal it.
The waves keep rolling on and the wind keep blowing no matter how they crushed onto a big rock or blocked by a pile of trashes, they still keep on rolling and blowing. It told me that no matter how uncountable obstacles life meet or get crushed on, life still goes on like the rolling waves.
I am sitting in front of the clear sky with the shadow of the sunset appear half the sea, telling the un-stoppable waves of the beach my heart stories. I can feel it is listening =)
