These days have suddenly turned into a piece of blank space
Are these few days slipping into sleep then suddenly awaking in tears?
Too much that’s unexpected, never wanting to force me into feeling regret
Too many difficulties will make people look fearfully into the future

You know I don’t want to leave
You know how helpless I am
If time keeps moving so quickly
How can I depend on you?
(What do I do about the flowing tears?)

It’s my sea, a sunny afternoon slowly becomes infectious
When the sea is not blue, flying dreams all turn to dust

It’s my sea, a quiet afternoon silently departs
Again the sea isn’t blue, a body turned away cannot again be pampered
I so wish to cry out, I so don’t wish to understand
I only wish to sing out a bit of warmth
In our hearts it will not rot