Ships

It seems that after a hundred years of aging, the bay water becomes mellow and fragrant.

That's what made the 100-year-old stars coming and going between the two sides of the harbour.

Ships never change. Deep green, light white.

When you see the brilliant lights on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, they shine brightly, or they are like jadeite inlaid in water.

But it knows how to tighten the rushing heart in the hallucination, just like in the hallucination of wine.

It can still calm itself, free and persistent.

Go ahead. It's like looking forward to the past that has never passed away.

And the untouchable afterlife, in a light.

Once again through a clear heart.