I dream that I am the sea.
Boundless and bottomless.
Tasty fish swim in me, beautiful ships sail across me.
I am filled by pouring rain and warmed by the sun.
Oh, how I wish this would never end!
How sad that in three days I will wake up.
How sad that I am not the sea.
How good that I am not the sea.
Boundless and bottomless.
Tasty fish swim in me, beautiful ships sail across me.
I am filled by pouring rain and warmed by the sun.
Oh, how I wish this would never end!
How sad that in three days I will wake up.
How sad that I am not the sea.
How good that I am not the sea.
The festival lasts for three days and I expected that during this time some of the water would evaporate, some would be used up, and some would be spilled. But to my surprise, by the second day of the festival the little fish had already swum away, even though by then animals had drunk from the tub and children had splashed around in it. By the evening of the second day three guys pulled out the plug and calmly watched the water drain away. Then each of them took a photo, one by one, and left :)
