A poem that recalls childhood memories with the shell. Combined with dynamic visuals to express the memories of fading but strong emotion.
“What is that? some kind of smooth but tough texture in my hand
Think more, think again
Oh, yes. some fragments of memories start coming up in my mind:
the sky turns dark, pink, and yellow.
It was dawnIt supposes to be a gorgeous view yet I felt nervous, anxious, fearful...
I remember that I had it in different life stages...
The first time going to the beach with family...
hanging with friends,
we sat on the beach together waiting for sun raising ....
being as a gift from my friends...
walking alone around the beach..........
You always stay silently there and witnessed and experienced with me,
but everything only left for memories
Shell, Shell, Shell...
Shell, Shell, Shell...
Shell, Shell, Shell.... such beautiful but fragile creature
Shell, Shell, Shell....would you choose to hide forever under the beach
or wait for someone to discover you? “
“What is that? some kind of smooth but tough texture in my hand
Think more, think again
Oh, yes. some fragments of memories start coming up in my mind:
the sky turns dark, pink, and yellow.
It was dawnIt supposes to be a gorgeous view yet I felt nervous, anxious, fearful...
I remember that I had it in different life stages...
The first time going to the beach with family...
hanging with friends,
we sat on the beach together waiting for sun raising ....
being as a gift from my friends...
walking alone around the beach..........
You always stay silently there and witnessed and experienced with me,
but everything only left for memories
Shell, Shell, Shell...
Shell, Shell, Shell...
Shell, Shell, Shell.... such beautiful but fragile creature
Shell, Shell, Shell....would you choose to hide forever under the beach
or wait for someone to discover you? “
