If time is a poem, we are the poets, facing the sea with spring's warmth and blooming flowers. With wine and music, we've unknowingly passed through time, making life easier and years more beautiful; if time is a vast ocean, we are the sailors, standing on the wave's crest, flowing with it. We've forgotten our original purpose, forgot our past promises, and forgot that our youth was buried in Patu Bay. Yet, we continue to move forward! Don't let rumors be as deep as the waves, don't let guests be like sand sinking into the ground. Though a thousand troubles and ten thousand hardships may be bitter, only when all the dust is blown away will we reach gold. Humans find it most difficult to open their hearts, walk their heart's path, cross their heart's bridge, and adjust their attitudes. The world's most challenging project is reforming people's inner worlds. In a field where one passerby has rushed by, the harvest may seem unrelated to us, but it beats alongside our hearts. As corn stalks stand tall, birds soar over the waves of grains. When the corn turns yellow, farmers joyfully reap its fruit. By guarding their hearts, the people of Patu Bay will eventually reap a bountiful harvest.