The feeling of bitter sand hitting on my faceLike dad’s scold and mum’s tearsCan never slip from my memoryI liked staying by the seaside alone when I was youngStep on the bleach with trousers up and feet bare Always imagine another world in the end of seaAlways consider   the brave sailor as the true manAlways feel as weak as dish waterWhen teased always hear the sailor saysHe says such pain in the storm is nothingDry our eyes not to fear at least we have dream He says such pain in the storm is nothingDry our eyes ,don’t ask why   Spare no effort to realize my dream when I grew up Gradually ignore words of dad mum and countryMy life nowadays just like a play Speak insincerely and wear a hypocritical maskAlways fool myself by insignificant achievementsAlways feel empty in a flogAlways depend on a little spirituous paralysis to sleep When between sleep and wake ,seemly hear the sailor saysHe says such pain in the storm is nothingDry our eyes not to fear at least we have dream
He says such pain in the storm is nothingDry our eyes ,don’t ask why   Look so long but can’t find the evidence to prove me aliveFootprint can’t be step out for the asphalt road in urban is too hard Modern people are too cocky and ignorant to cherish   The sea and world have been spoiled by civilization   Only far away from the crowed can we find ourselvesBreathe free in the little salty airTalking and smiling of the sailor together with the stream-whistle linger around my ears againThe words of the sailor always hide in my deep inner He says such pain in the storm is nothingDry our eyes not to fear at least we have dreamHe says such pain in the storm is nothingDry our eyes ,don’t ask why