You think of the sea on your birthday
The seawater of time splits
You walk through the narrow channel
Your body is composed of water
The water is slowly draining out
Your head emerges from the snail shell of water drop
The surrounding laughter raises spindrift
The boat will not return to the tree of hunting
You are no longer the raging fire
Voyage, leading to a white island
Clouds look like the cream of cake
The carmine sunset
makes your birthday card
The shadow beside the card
is caught by your glimpse
The flashlight beam of eyes
not sure how long it can resist the dark
Your mood at slopes of the sea
makes some thrilling actions
The wave of your heart, slowly raises the shadow of island
It can be said, this is a sort of mature
In the prairie of sea
you are a lost sheep
The big black bear of night
is forcing you toward the small island
Age does not measure
the distance between you and the island
Anything could happen
Happiness could reverse
Suffering could become a blessing
To the north of sunshine is not necessarily the shadow
Separation by distance, could make you fear
but also give you the mystery, imagination, and sweetness
If possible, you would choose
not to be born
But now it is not the case
then, try to be as calm as the sea
Accept the sunshine, also accept the rain
And be prepared, finally board on that white island