I don't know how to love you
Smugglers are still breathing on the island
That little crab lamp
It's still on, red
Very mysterious, pagan
Still sailing in ice water
Rub oil on the animal skin sail
Wax the oars
Put the damp wine bucket in the bilge
Roll around
I don't know how to love you
There are murder weapons and black boots on the shore
There are nights in police uniforms
The shell cracked when the shirt was pulled
As rough as limestone
Clouds, gathering
She is crying silently
Salty low, cry
The little girl's grass is blue
No herring
I don't know how to love you
In puddles of varying heights
There are oysters and one
A path crushed by stones
To the bottom of the sea, water droplets
It's ringing there
Extinguished the suddenly falling torch
Lead black, coagulating
The water is dripping
A century, water droplets
I don't know how to love you
On the way back to the village
I became a dog, tirelessly
Intimidate the sea, no
It walked in and everyone slept
I'm still barking
Creating echoes
Scales shine in soft soil
The wind sighed in the coarse soil
The flat snail is licking tears
I don't know how to love you
Iron on the door, sea
Rusty rain
Some people sleep in bed
Some people are floating on the sea
Some people sank at the bottom of the sea
Comet is a kind of tableware
The moon is a silver cup
Always floating, with that piece
Beautiful lemon, beautiful
Stop it. I don't know
I don't know myself