遥远的南方的海岛上,有一个手艺高超的织布匠。虽说还是一个小伙子,但他织出的布却无人能比。而且一旦他开始织布了,就忘记了睡觉和吃饭。而不织布的时候,他就染线。还有,即使是迷迷糊糊地躺着的时候,他也在思考着新的图案。织布匠想把那蓝色的大海本身、它的声音、气息和光辉, On the far south of the island, there is a skilled weaver. Although still a young man, but he woven no one can match. And once he started weaving, he forgot to sleep and eat. When not woven, he dyed. Also, he was contemplating new patterns even when he was stumbled upon. Weavers want that blue sea itself, its voice, breath and brightness,