Thick purple ocean,
If it were the ocean turned into the violet's drops of blood and tears,
Then I will put this beloved cross on my chest,
Laying flat on this sea, let the beloved you in my heart receive this gorgeous funeral,
The moment your whole body is covered with beautiful violet tears,
You will hear the nightly cry in my heart,
'May the sinners washed by my blood grow white feathers again,
Fly back to the place that suits him best. '
There, we call it heaven.