Singing: Pan Anbang

The evening breeze blows gently in Penghu Bay.

Chasing the white waves on the beach

No coconut groves are intoxicated in the sunset.

It's just a sea blue.

Sitting on the low wall in front of the door, fantasizing over and over again

There are two and a half footprints on the beach at dusk.

That's grandma holding my hand gently with a stick.

Walking towards the warm Penghu Bay in the twilight.

A footprint is a series of laughter that kills a lot of time.

Until the night devours our way home

Penghu Bay Penghu Bay Grandma's Penghu Bay

I have many childhood fantasies.

Cactus undulata on sunny beach

There is also an old captain