Pausing at the dyke, the sea waves rush as they did in days gone by,
Amidst the sand dunes and through mist, the wind are blowing and tearing its sigh,
Time may heal the hurt, the traces of painful wounds faded out,
Above the anchored old ship and a lonely seagull cry and fade out.
(Mar.25th.2024. Kinsley Lee)
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I would like to translate this poem