Did you come to visit the sea this morning?

Watch the rowdy waves dancing happily in the sunlight.

The horned ghost crabs build the castles on the calm shore.

Even the sand on my hands wants to whisper.

Sea waves embracing the boat hull singing a love song.

The sea's heart flowing as always with contemplative colors.

Picking up seashells, I listen to my own voice from within.

When the storm passed, the sea tides sing a gentle melody. 

Did you come to feel the scents of the sea?

And rest your head on the golden sand when dawn arrives.

My homeland, Con Don, have never once counted

Salt, a thousand years of gratitude for its existence.

The sea sings, I hear the sea telling stories of my homeland.

Days of old... the sea remembers the primitive longings.

A tiny boat rests its head on the gentle waves.

Lost in love with the boundless azure.

A poem from a time of innocent youth

Taking me back to the vast waves of the sea.

Through countless seasons,

The seashell and the sea... singing an everlasting song...