Salty droplets from the sun and moon,
Stars still shine, and winds still blow.
I find myself alone once more,
A feeling which always returns.
Like a falling leaf on an Autumn night,
Like a rock on the ocean floor.
As a mountain I watch years come and go,
snow melts, re-frosts,
grass grows, rocks drop.
As an ancient tree ages with the years,
my roots are strong, and no life is near.
I float on time like infinite matter,
And watch it carry me by.
Twice the amount of eleven years,
But one thousand in my mind.
Dearest pages of this book,
Hear my life in words.
Let me carry you, and keep you safe,
As my only certain friend.
Like a rock that's fallen from a mountain to an ocean floor,
And a leaf from a tree on a mountain top,
With salty droplets which turned to snow,
I live and die alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem