Begging for lyrics: the children's songs of Grandma Penghuwan.

The evening breeze gently blows white waves, chasing the beach in Penghu Bay. There is no coconut grove. The sunset is just a sea blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door. I miss it again and again. There are two and a half footprints on the beach at dusk. That's my grandmother holding my hand with a stick and stepping on the dusk to the warm Penghu Bay. One footprint is laughing and killing a lot of time until the night engulfs us. On the way home, there were many childhood fantasies in Penghu Bay, Penghu Bay and my grandmother's Penghu Bay. The beach is bare, the waves are cactus and there is an old captain. The evening breeze gently blows the white waves in Penghu Bay, chasing the beach without coconut trees. The sunset is just a sea blue, sitting on the low wall in front of the door, thinking over and over again. There are two and a half footprints on the beach at dusk. That's my grandmother holding my hand on crutches and walking gently towards the warm Penghu Bay. A footprint is a string of laughter, which kills a lot of time until the night engulfs us. On the way home, penghu penghu bay. Grandma's Penghu Bay has many childhood fantasies, sunshine, beaches, waves, cacti and an old captain. Grandma's Penghu Bay has many childhood fantasies, sunshine, beaches, waves, cacti and an old captain.