a leaf trembles.
as the seasons passed, i called your name.
and Boreas played his harp through the night.
the moods of the sea change with time’s pull.
our lives wither away, like dying flowers.
I hear your soul song.
watching the sunrise holding onto the railing on a boat.
knowing what you could have had but what you never chased after is the most painful thing in the world.
bobbing across the sea,the bottle with my heartreached your hands,once upon a time – you saw nothing but trash,with the hands that would have treated me gentlyyou tossed my heart into the wind,and gone was iinto the seas,drifting, forever lost.