Unknown views hold,
A still unreliable brilliance –
As they invite you in,
A new morning begins!
Moving toward your aspirations;
Toward a singular future!
Upon a body of water,
That continues on and on forever,
We drew ripples with our tiny oars.
Eventually, the water,
Broadly… gently…
Swallows up our traces, still deep…
Carrying time,
Silently…
Our ship goes forth,
Traveling beyond this wave.
We hear the soundless sea,
As if it’s the first song ever sung:
The sound of water,
Resounded by our tiny oars.
Rather than continuing on as we are,
Let us point far off into the distance –
If we let the wind lead,
This boat will proceed to the south.
Beyond this dark sea, there’s a light shining!
Our vanishing song,
Will surely reach you!