Winding

zigzags,

I don't know how much I've traveled?

Eventually, the water from the river flows into the sea.

The river is not meant to proclaim its love to the sea,

It's not to say how noble your ideals are,

It is to live for itself,

For their own persistence,

I just want to go to the sea.

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