As ex- pected... the sea... is so big...

Over there is the horizon... Not a view one can usually see...

... Ah! Mr. Crab-!

Waves... they're cold, yet warm...

Producer- san~♪ Look.. it's Mr. Crab!

Somehow mystical, yet acting her age after all.

Ah... Hyaa ~

When the waves come back... it tickles...

Since there is nothing to stand in its way... The wind's sound carries from afar...

Where is that sound from, I wonder... Might it be... the echo of a foreign land... or the voice sung by the fairies of the sea...

The sound that I hear coming from my legs... is it the voice of waves...? Or rather... the sand's whisper...?