( english ain’t my main language, sorry for mispell and grammar)
the soft light from morning sun greet me warmly,
while the wavy sea calmly swash,
as if it singing a cheerful melody,
i rise from my bed to take a wash,
i open my window to see a day,
a busy yet a cheerful day,
a beautiful glimpse of the redwake sky…
a ton of ship decked on the port,
from the windy south, from the far north,
all people once visit this place,
to the redwake the coral palace,
some guild on their hunting trip,
or a traveller whoms want to costume their ship,
merchant and fisher
saint and sinner
i hop to my ship and untie it’s knot,
this is a perfect day isn’t it? well… i tell you it’s not
(i think i gonna continue this?)
