The sea blew out a lonely candle.
It didn't burn out my headache.
A ghostly apparition in the darkness was at my side.
It wouldn’t leave me alone.
At the brink of my heart, the many ripples repainted the color of the sand.
I was looking at the sea-line from a distance.
Nobody knows our endings .
And yet we want to say our farewells.
Just now, say no more.
It's too early to go back.
There was sand inside my shoes when I was left all alone.
We certainly were there.