If my ship has been stranded
It's not because the other shore is too far
There are so many wounds from the years
It often makes people deviate from the correct course
I can only lower the sails like this
I have no choice but to surrender to the blue of the sea
Giving up the only little freedom
In exchange for a long sigh in my heart
It's hard to dream of the sweet harbor
The profound longing is still in the horizon
The sailing log has long been locked
It is the edge of the world that no one will read anymore
I can only pray devoutly
Not to wait for the appearance of a miracle
If the seabirds bring you news
It is a comfort and a devastation
