C215 Danish pirates 46

At dawn, the sea was quiet.

At dawn, the sea surface rippled layer upon layer of bright waves, thin light color, dark gold tonal, like after drying, painted a rosy red, light like smoke, gently pulled and dissipated.

In the depths of the pupils of the dark night, the shadow of the black and white roses burning in the blazing fire is emerging to pay homage to my love