The story of Maritime Fishermen

Black skin jelly body, Those who night and day all like waves Hoping to catch a house, unfortunately the sea is not more fish

Your little ship spills out, Fights with fishing boats across the country, Draws free of seawater, looted we have rare fish rations, yes imports, so the solution is there

Solar is often scarce, forcing it to go to sea All day can only knit webs getting worse Weather is now often unfriendly, For whom they can sambat

Now the ocean, not the milk pool. Hooks and nets are no longer enough for you This story is true, not just a fairy tale. The tragedy or irony of the maritime state, whatever it is called