The blue sea summons the captain of the flying Dutchman, and the price of being a captain is ten years of sailing and one day ashore.
But William had to choose because he was stabbed in the heart by David Jones and must be regained his life.
His father said: Where we go, she can't follow, sailing for ten years and going ashore in one day. That is a very heavy price.
He said: It depends on whether the day of landing is worth it.
The uninhibited sailor knelt on the beach, kissed her leg, then turned her head, seemingly unable to bear to say: It's neaely sunset. She opened her eyes. In the sunset, his boat was a hopeless golden color.
He lowered his head and lifted the box of his heart and said: It's always belonged to you. In the faint background music, you can hear the surging sound of the heartbeat like a drum. On the beach, golden yellow is pouring down like a waterfall, her back is like a fish mermaid, and he is a sailor destined to wander.
He stared at her and said: Keep a weather eye on the horizon. She was standing on the beach watching his boat leaving close to the golden sunset. Finally a forbearing drum sounded, sad and poetic, and the golden sail disappeared with the sun sinking into the sea.
Love once every ten years, he wandered on the sea for ten years, and then it was a meeting.
He put his heart in a box and put it at her feet, and said, "My heart will always be with you, would you like to keep it for me?"
Unforgettable love is tranquil at the end of time.
He hides in the depths of the sea, love hides in the depths of his heart, and his heart is right beside her. She is keeping it for a lifetime.
Even in deep love, we are not alone. Even in the deep loneliness, we are still in love.
For some reason, love may not be deep with the distance of time, but love with the distance of time must not be shallow.
Give me one day, love you, give me ten years, send you away.
Ten years later, she took her child to stand on the magnificent cliff and waited for the sunset to fall into the horizon. Finally, the same forbearance of the drum sounded. The child and her smiled and looked at each other speechlessly. The wind came, still unruly like the wind, still beautiful and flawless, as if never left.
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