Listening to the sound of the waves and feeling the hot sand beneath our feet, we walk along the beach. Fukuoka Tower, visible in the distance, seems like a mirage. Footprints of a crow and a dog cross the sand. Someone's souvenir. A row of seashells form the Japanese character for "I love you." Even when the waves sweep away our hearts, they are still here. The white dryuboku looks like a dragon. Wrinkles in the art of the sea. Imagine the excitement of discovering sea glass, a jewel of the sea. The sea breeze flows across the ocean, and we take a deep breath, breathing through our gills like a fish. You're gone, but now I'm walking hand in hand with you. We walk, feeling the sound of the waves, the smell of the sea breeze, the ocean water, and the white sand. Listening to the sound of the waves and feeling the hot sand beneath our feet, we walk along the beach. Fukuoka Tower, visible in the distance, seems like a mirage. Footprints of a crow and a dog cross the sand. Someone's souvenir. A row of seashells spell out the Japanese character for "I love you." Even though my heart is swept away by the waves, I am sure I am here now. The white dragon is like a dragon. A wrinkle in the art of the sea. That feeling of excitement when I discover sea glass, the jewel of the sea! The sea breeze flows across the ocean, and I take a deep breath like a fish, breathing through my gills. Now, holding your hand, I walk together, feeling the sound of the waves, the smell of the sea breeze, the seawater, and the white sandy beach.
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