The sea flows by,
Making my feet wet,
Your memories flow by,
Making my eyes wet.
The sky meets the sea,
When I look at the horizon,
They seem to tease me,
Now that you're gone.
I love you dear,
I say it loud,
I have no fear,
And it makes me proud.
They say that time,
Can heal every wound,
But the wound of mine,
Still sings a meloncholy croon.
My love is like,
That of the rock for the water,
As it embraces the sea,
After the sea has it slaughtered.
