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Suhts <s>what a surprise</s>

The girl is wrapped in blue

There isn’t a cloud in the sky

The azure sea seems endless

Salt on the white sandy beaches burns the feet

The fragrance of the tide tickles the nostrils

The sound of the surf is soothing to the ear

Now, here is the pure blue world and herself

It’s strange, the girl thinks

For the girl, the sea was the same as the plains, mountains and forests- they were all battlefields

Once, snow and cold wind blew fiercely duringpractice

Possibly, there was a mock battle of the Kudara

If breaths weren’t timed correctly, the head could rupture painfully

The bitter taste of salt water must be endured

So, there is nothing but memories

Still, in a restricted life filled with missions and discipline, when free tiood it had come to this

There wasn’t any hate, and the sea wasn’t a battlefield

Why? The girl thinks

Why is this so here?

Maybe, she likes it because there’s nothing?

The girl ponders every time she sees the sea…

Suddenly, that thinking leads somewhere else

The sea is the pillow the moon returns to