Silent shores, the ripples of time untouched. The waves murmur, telling of endless partings. The depth of the sea seems to guard the secrets of the years, while time slips away without ever meeting the sea. In the rhythm of the ebb and flow of the tide, the years are like a dream, like the wind. The sea floats with a lonely melody, and time is distant and quiet at the end of the dream. Perhaps the sea and time will one day meet in some deep blue dusk, and the verse will usher in an eternal meeting at that moment, leaving behind a verse of the sea language time.
