The waves are calm, the breeze is gentle, the tide forgets its turbulence,
Beneath the scene, lurks a shadow, as dark as the final stage.
The heat of the city, fervent supplications, oblivion are my creeds,
Under the lantern of sadness, sadness cannot be acknowledged.
Our scars are covered up, what is left after the tears have been shed?
In the dream of flowers blooming in the snow, tears are still everywhere.