The sands
do not want to be a pearl
even if they meet a pearl oyster
they are not happy
Not meeting many friends
Not sharing many stories
with the reeds
with the waves
than living in the expensive showcase
they want to reside on the *******
Wind
Children's play
a lover's bed
if they are trampled
falling down like a sandcastle
Carrying the loneliness of winter
The sands
refuse to be a pearl
never leaving the riverside
The white sands
remaining as a beautiful habitat
be purified and recovered
as a buffer zone
Not envy the pearl that will be displayed.