I walk down by the rocks to the crunching coral
To the place of faded memories,
Long faded, dispersed like rain clouds on an August night.
My attention’s focus is the sea’s expanse,
The shifting, bulging waves of melted marble,
A mirror tossing the grey sky.
Can’t help but feel this sea was a source.
Left me living on the morsels of memories,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem