I can’t hear you through the water.
The waves have taken me away.
I can see you from the distance,
But I can’t wave you away.
There’s a river upon the sea.
Time flows through its current.
Glad to be carried in its waters,
banishing sorrow along the course.
It is a trap, but a dream
handling its tricks.
No escaping , I suppose.
Drowning away inside the ship.
[Maybe by enduring longer,
the waters I’ve dipped my feet in surface,
Time will stand slower,
So one could catch it closer.]
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