In the Vast Ocean, Each Hill Shrine; Who Can Wait for the Sea to Dry?
The moon and sun are silent, and the seasons are tightly held by the sky.
Heaven creates evil, who can resist it? The high clouds at sea will surely bring wind.
The cloud layer gradually thickens, low clouds and mist, and a torrential rain emerges.
Thunder and lightning cease, and a typhoon flows far away.
The winds come and go, surging towards the heavens, and the sea remains silent.
The current is like a shield, layer upon layer, with a majestic momentum.
The tides are like a sword, rising high, and engulfing the sky with waves.
During the day, the wind shifts on the sea, and when the silver light appears, it forms snow.
At night, the wind rises from the earth and flows across the vast sea, and a shrine appears for each heap of water.
The tides of the full moon are bright, the currents roll, and the sky stands upright.
