English
At the far end of my life, collecting shells, my life passes by. How many people came and went without ever looking at me? How many colourful suns appeared and set? How many smiling moons got lost in the darkness? How many stars smiled and vanished? I keep looking at them in solitude. You told that You would come this time and take me across the ocean. I keep counting days and time, again and again, looking at Your path even at this untimely hour.
