They're not ashamed. They do not suffer the past which embraces them. The singer's wailed words die away. The lovers hear only their quickening hearts, the far off clack clack cymbal clack clack. Here's where stones go back to sand.
Waves assault their flanks and win.
Tourists ignore this place. I've never seen bank white, cry out and disappear in the air's blue mirror. Emperor Qin said build a fortress, one that never ends. Presidents do the same. Presidents say die for freedom and we do.