Empty carousel

Empty carousel, standing at sunset
my soul was on sea shore.
The waves were coming
and the shore was washed.
These is the beauty
O! the ocean you want me to tell.

With the every waves in life,
the shore will be washed
to write it again.
I am the spectator
who will enjoy, your infinite end.

O! the ocean will talk to you again
will meet to your wave
for those soothing conversation
will walk to you again.

A Empty carousel, my soul , will come to you O! the vast. To tell you the ride, of the fair(My life), from the empty to housfull to empty, again. Let your wave wash my heart and replenish my soul, for the next ride. O! the ocean for your calm i will walk to you again.