Whenever I hear your voice warmly rings by the sea
All I can see are flowers blooming with the sweet melody.
Whenever I hear your voice, it sounds your soft heartbeat
That carries me against the stoic gushes of wind.
What the voice carries isn’t easy to grasp with bare hands
Even though its resonance is still singing beyond this land.
What the voice resonates isn’t something that commands
As it hums nothing but a wishful hope we barely understand.
Yet, even if I stand to meet your voice across this vast depth
It’s hard to find you and your seemingly waning footsteps.
Yet, under this moon, I still bare my hands of breadth
Until I can reach your heart covered with thorny veil.