Shall I regret?

Shall I regret that I cannot see the view?

The beach with blinding sunlight

Shimmering seawater with gradient blue

Sparkling white golden sand

Shall I regret that I cannot hear the voice?

That flapping sound of the waves

That blowing sound of the wind

Seagulls screeching, hovering in the sky

Shall I regret that I cannot feel the touch?

The hot sand between my toes

The wind blows on my face

The waves lightly hit on my legs