A few slow notes flow,
winding across
our quiet minds
and the uncertain darkness
that surrounds us.
Enters a voice.
Slow and calm,
sings a lullaby
of the final voyage.
Verses soft and simple
are pallid blossoms
floating on
the calm sea,
gliding wayside
as the bow
cuts through
the water.
They are soon
reflected in the sky
by dim stars
emerging from the
all-encompassing
midnight.
The song's
strident chorus begins
and the beating
of the oars
increases steadily,
seeming to carry us
across a universe
of silent silver stars.
The moon rises swiftly
and sends rays
of white light
down upon
our faces,
turned upward
towards the heavens.
Now the stars
burn more brilliantly,
and we can distinguish
extraordinary constellations
imparting the wisdom
of those who
preceded us.
They guide us
across the timeless sea,
conquering the
dark shadows
in our hearts,
until these luminous stars
become white birds
that soar over
the lightening sky.
The verses and chorus
dance together again，
the sunrise spreading
golden light
into our hearts.
The shade of night
is dispelled forever.
We set eyes upon
white shores ahead,
a sweet meeting of
notes that float us to
the end.