Reflected in the flow of water.
The Figure of time to move.
Neither you nor I am probably here tomorrow.
Don’t cry, everything will always pass,
Goodbye, swept away and someday we can meet in the sea.
I can live even if I lose you.
In this constant flow.
In a time that never stops.
The feelings for you will eventually reach the sea.
When I forgot to say goodbye.
I can meet again in the sea someday.
At the end of this constant flow.