For countless nights, I dreamed of the embrace of the sea, heard the breath of the sea, and felt the lapping of the waves. The sea, this mysterious blue world, has always made me yearn for it. However, when I actually got close to you, you weren't as spectacular as I thought you would.
Early in the morning, I stood on the beach, waiting for your arrival. The sun rises over the horizon, the sun shines on you, and you put on a golden coat. At this moment, I should have felt your magnificence, but I heard your breathing. You are tired and heavy, carrying with you a myriad of stories and secrets. I know that those choppy nights, those starry nights, have overwhelmed you.
In the afternoon, I stroll along the beach and feel your temperature. The sand glides gently under your feet, and every grain of sand records your history. I wanted to feel your magnificence, but I saw your vulnerability. Seabirds hover above your head, their calls intertwined with your breathing. I see you swaying in the wind, as if telling of your loneliness and helplessness.
In the evening, I sit on the beach and watch your silhouette fade away in the sunset. The setting sun stains your face red, and you seem to be smiling, but it's a bitter smile. Your tears mingle with the sea, and you can't tell each other apart. I wanted to feel your magnificence, but I saw your sadness. I know that those endless waves, those bright stars, have exhausted you.
Late at night, I stand on the beach and listen to your heartbeat. That's the truest sound, that's the deepest sound. The sound of your heartbeat echoes in the night, as if to speak of your longing and anticipation. I wanted to feel your magnificence, but I saw your truth. You are tired, vulnerable, lonely, sad, but you are still strong.
The sea is close to me, but it is not spectacular. You exist in the truest way and let me see you all. Your magnificence is built on exhaustion, vulnerability, loneliness, and sadness. It's an indescribable feeling, it's an experience that goes deep into the bone marrow.
Perhaps, I should revisit my understanding of spectacular. Perhaps, I should cherish this real feeling even more. The sea is close to me, but it is not spectacular, but you make me see the truest and deepest part of life. It is a feeling that cannot be expressed in words, and it is a beauty that cannot be seen with the eyes.
The sea is close to me, but it is not spectacular. But I know that doesn't mean you've lost your magnificence. Rather, you choose to be authentic, and you choose to be open to all aspects of yourself. You taught me how to feel the power of truth, how to experience the diversity of life. You made me understand that behind the magnificence often lies real vulnerability and loneliness.
The sea is close to me, but it is not spectacular. But I know that doesn't mean you can take your existence lightly. You are so strong and resilient that you never give up even in the toughest of times. You made me understand that everyone has their own strengths and values, and that even if we are not perfect, we can be unique individuals.
The sea is close to me, but it is not spectacular. But I know that doesn't mean I can stop exploring and discovering. I am deeply fascinated by your depth and breadth. I will continue to explore you, understand you, and feel you. Because I know that only then can I truly understand you and your world.
The sea is close to me, but it is not spectacular. But I know that doesn't mean I can ignore your pain and struggles. I will do my best to understand and help you. Because I know that we are all part of life and that we all have a responsibility and obligation to care for and care for each other.
The sea is close to me, but it is not spectacular. But I know that this is my most precious experience and reward. I will continue to move forward with this real feeling and experience. Because I know that this is my deepest understanding and perception of life.