I'll be here.

I'll be waiting here, for you.

So, if you come here

You'll find me.

I promise.

...

The tide strives

To caress the shore.

Wind wanders through the grass;

Too far away are they

To hold each other.

...

No human thought can compare

with the will of heaven

To the waves it is thus said:

This far you shall go

But no further.

...

Why do you weep?

The elements which

Made me from

Our encounter rich,

Cannot be uncreated.

...

There is no chaos

Whose informality

Can cancel so,

The ritual of your presence.

Even gone away.