Standing on the vast seashore of Lethe,
I am sipping the sweet breeze of the restless sea.
My feet touch the ancient mossy hills.
An unknown sonorous sound comes to my brimming ear.
The mingling heart stops the oscillation before the bar.
A deep sensation lingers there.
For my bouncing heart the door to freedom is ajar.

Suddenly the cold, unrivaled splash of the oceanic beauty soaks my dappled face.
Such a touch my face never felt before.
The paradise of summer-beauty is only the lonely seashore.
Cadency of the oysters comes to the shore together.
The halo of the unknown region forms the familiar world.

Familiar yet unfortunate.
The moment sharply turns its face to the east.
The Volcanic beauty appears in each corner of the sky.
The Oceanic beauty then hails the Volcanic one.
Till now the splashes spatter on my face.
Now long waiting becomes pregnant with the dawn at seashore.