The waves are loud, under the sunlight,
I try to grasp the sea - it
recedes, transforming into tiny bubbles.
The sea waves sparkle with starlight,
like flirtatious glances arousing distant memories.
This time, I will hold on tight -
the sea is heartless, but the evening is affectionate,
under the slanting sun, clutching a handful of fine golden sand.
Running, running, towards the sea,
following the trail of bubbles.
Moving forward, the waves are loud,
grabbing onto the wave's sleeves like they're yours,
only to regret, falling down, the tide recedes,
losing.
Lost.
Bubbles, bubbles,
now I am empty-handed.
"Though I cannot reach it, my heart yearns for it."
Perhaps I will wander with the waves,
to the depths of the sea,
to search for you,
to search for the sound of the waves still there.