I lay on the ice-cold beach, and
Watched the waves of tide
Blowing in the bitter wind, time after time, and
Time and time again.
It is my speechless stare
That seems to last for centuries.
Silently and steadily
I buried my passion into grounds, and imagined someday
The wind could raise me once more, and
Fall into the chest of the blue ocean.
Why I feel so closed to you, but sometimes
We are distanced from each other for miles.
My tears couldn't involve themselves in the seawater,
For the space between land and sea?
Blowing into someone’s eye, I would
Own an unusual life,
I’d rather lie down here, without a sound
For ever and ever…
-- For a walk on the beach in Pesaro