Waves pat beach, the beach is so quiet, so beautiful. Boats moored at the shore, flapping in the sea side of the ship, played the parting of music. We met in the hot summer, a short time, but left a mess of good memories. Sweet smile, the ornament has a small dimple.So printed in the mind. The temperature of your hands, your heart beat, seemed in saying that we are about to be separated. Pier, in writing parting prelude; embrace, in commemoration of the memories: the moment of silence, sadness between them, have appeared in the dock was quiet. You say, the sound of the waves is your favorite; you said, if given the chance, will be holding the hand of love, feel the tranquility that the beach again.Beach, will be our place to meet you?The beach, you my memories!