Okinawa Style

When the flowers bloom, the air turns so sweet.
Standing by the windowsill, looking out, through the glass.
Staring at the beautiful flowers that stand still,
But why is the sky still depressed?
The kite flies across the sky,
Flying above our heads,
What is this feeling?
Now, the sky is glittering,
The memories cannot be cut off,
It’s loving…
The sea.

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