I see their wings take flight,
My names are written on the feathers,
So be invisible with such effort,
And let the tear drop into the ocean
To quench the thirst of the waves
So splendid on their messages.
One man can live among the lovers,
They have seals and zeals,
Their joy has brought cosy feelings,
Comfort in the chair of a chairman.
I see their wings after the wings have hatched
From firm positions never quavering little but much.
Delving into the past is looking at the ocean’s mess,
With waves, with waves, without them and without farewells.
One man can be among the lovers,
Relentless beasts of grinning happiness.