Ride on the wind a while    It's impossible to reach that far    When the scenery starts to colour [autumn arrives]    Tried to stand up, but tripped over and fell       Looking at the rolling waves    Waving water mirror shadow [reflection shimmering in the water]       Your eyes gazing at the seashore    are absent, the wind cries here    there is mist in the morning, layers of the sea sounds       The ship sounds are forgotten and no anchor ever lifts    If you say you saw a blue star in the red morning    It is never clear whether it is the truth or not    Ask the wave that will not return.