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At the pier, I go to see my sunset

Somewhere there, my favorite fishermen abounds

I say hello! when I see their tired faces

Full of hope, to catch the colorful creatures



At the pier, my big boat might be docking

Lots of people, hurrying to come down

Old and young, promises are written

All over their faces, hope is what they hold



At the pier, I still remember you

I waved goodbye, you said you will be back

And this is why, I come back to the pier

It's been lots of sunsets, and waiting, I still am!