On the sand I saw a shell,
the shell had been washed up by the tide.
I said, “Come, shell, come.”
But the shell, as if by magic, flew away,
and was taken far, far away,
right to the other side of the ocean.
I wonder if the shell will reach my grandad,
far, far away,
right to the other side of the ocean.
Maybe he will find it one day.