The red-gold rays of the setting sun sifts on the sea
The waves hit the shore
The gentle sea breeze make the leaves rustling faintly
The peaceful atmosphere is a vast contrast to the hectic city life
I take off my shoes
My bare feet step on the sandy beach
I sit on the beach and grab a handful of sand
When the sand in my hand flow away, the dusk come to the end
The sand in my hand just like a hourglass
As the darkness descends, night life begins
The island becomes more quiet
