Four or five o'clock in the morning fishing boat lights lit the calm sea five or six o'clock in the evening rose gold flower bloom in the mirror beach you lift the skirt to chase the spray I set up a tripod to capture the essence your eyes are picturesque my lens has the most beautiful years one two three, from ... with the fishermen scream Receive the net and return to the boat, live the whole beach here is the mirror of the sky of the Golden Bay Beauty Bolivia. It is not far from us.