The sun gradually moved into the west.

The dusk painted the sky with orange.

Foamy tide recedes into the seamless ocean —

took along the poetic writings on the sand of the Albion.

Above the ocean, a colony of seagulls conquered the sky.

Below the sky, a youthful boat waved lifelessly to the ocean’s tides.

Clueless, the young boat floated to where the wind was blowing.

It would soon face its fate — whether good or bad — in an eye blink.

Written above is the poetic scene in a life of a young solider —

carrying false expectations on his shoulders,

decision is made a boy will go

to wherever the wind will blow.