The Sea in August

Lying under a parasol,

I see the clouds in the sky and the end of the sea.

I feel the cozy and purified wind continuously,

Tapping on my whole body.

At the gigantic sea, there seems to be 

The eternal waves twinkling brilliant silver lights competently,

Also running away from the end of the sea day and night

And vomiting here to the sand, 

The successive poems of a great outcry.

I am now in the deep and blue dream of the sea

On a dazzling August.