I\'m leaving
I\'m off to travel in time.
Across the blue-sky ridge.
To come to you whenever you imagine at the top of the wave, right to our hidden cove.
I’ll be the yellow pollen powder from our cypresses when you search for me by name at the stone slab.
I’ll be in the mirror of the water from our spring when would look for me from your window.
I’ll be the sparkle in your eyes and the warm wind on your lips.
I’ll sneak up on your thoughts unexpectedly.
I\'ll be the cherry red as the blood in your veins.
In your hand, I’ll be my letter read a hundred times when in your memory you protect me from oblivion
I\'ll watch you when you cry for me!