In the Sea Breeze, I Hear the Piano of Time

Gulangyu is like an old song whispered by the sea breeze. Red roofs and green canopies weave a dream, while the sound of a piano drifts from a quiet corner, carrying the warmth of time and romance. In the narrow alleys, sunlight dances through the flowers, and even time seems to slow its steps. As twilight falls, the sea glimmers softly, boats sway gently — everything here feels tender, like a dream one never wishes to wake from.