In the dream, I was lying deeply on the ship, lying on the deck of the ship. It was a huge ship, a deck covered with rust. There was no one and the sound of waves crashed.
What struck my ears was the rumble from the distant, dark west. Also, that sea, the gray-black boundless sea where I lay on the deck and the ship where I lay.
On the sea, there is no wind, no waves, and no smell. It was very calm, quiet, and dead. There was no one around me, and there was an early morning smell mixed with death around me.
I was dreaming. I was lying on the deck and dreaming. I didn't dream of anyone, but I vaguely saw you.
Sure enough, it's you, it's you.
Intent: A poem about love. After ten years of time being ruthlessly squandered, the desire in your heart will still bring the boy of the past back to you.