Can we stop being so strange/How many more passes do we have to go through/ before we can see the dawn of happiness ahead/Is it only by pretending not to care/that you will fall in love with me countless light years later/
In fact, our love is like conch and waves/The heart of the wave is taken away by the wind/The soul of the conch is crying in the empty shell/Then my longing/Where should I continue/If the sea becomes my destination/Then quietly listening to the sounds penetrating the sea on the rock/I suddenly wake up/Happiness has left long ago