All the marks are not eternal
The sea knows it
How many footprints are there across the sand dunes
All the paths originated from human footsteps
Running towards thousands of ways
The sun sees them shining lantern through the marks
The moon sees with a lamp in her hand
The empty winds of seascape laughs at, as if a neutral song it is!
The sea sends her brigades of waves
Commanding:
'Go ahead and remove them'