An Old Candle in the Seabed

There is a lot of reasons 'bout something happen

Why it happen

When it happen

How it happen

You are not my face

Sounded 'bout the water splash

The salt sea water

In the edge of the beach

Does anybody know?

What's inside there?

All people have their lights

Whatever the things are

When you are in the dark, or if you get lost

You always find you way with your lighting

In the seabed

There is a lamp

An old candle

That always shining

It was a relic of the yacht

When sailing from east to west

There is a love story in the yacht

That no one can imagine how amazing it

It was its destiny to stop in the middle

To stop the journey

Where it's the end of all is in the yacht

Except the true love

In the seabed

An old candle is always shinning

Either 'cause its power

Or either 'cause the true love story