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The images of moonlight, sea tide, beach and lighthouse not only outline the quiet night picture, but also become the witnesses of the years. The images of moonlight, sea tide, beach, and lighthouse not only outline the quiet night picture, but also become witnesses of the years singer Huang Junhua singer Huang Junhua singer Huang Junhua lyricist Huang Junhua’s sleeping coastline, the evening wind with salty whispers, barefoot stepping on the cool sand grains, the waves spread over the ankles and recede away, the distant lighthouse blinked sleepy eyes, shells glimmering in the dark, we sat side by side on the reef, listening to the sound of the tide slapping on the shoulders of the years, the moonlight weaves the time into a net, the temperature of your palm warms the night, the years still say so simple tide, love, white hair danced with the moonlight, sea fog spread over the folds of old time, and footprints formed boats on the beach. That year you said you would accompany me to see the sea. Now the tide still carries a promise. The fishing fire returning in the distance is flashing. Like your eyes when you first met, the salty and wet wind brushed my ears and quietly asked if this was permanent. The moonlight weaved the time into a net to hold the tide and the moon, the temperature of your palm has warmed the night, and the years are quiet so simple. The tide says for me that I still love you. White hair dances with the moonlight. How many tides are hidden in wrinkles. The cocoon of your palm grinds into pearl luster. The most beautiful thing is not the first sight, but the outline of the years side by side. The moonlight weaves the time into a net. The tide rises and the moon sets at this moment. The temperature of your palm warm the night, so simple, the sound of the tide says that I love you still, and the white hair dances with the moonlight.