Who can know that the seaside where the spring tide thunders, the waves lapping on the shore of the heart,
How many thoughts linger in the rolling waves;
Who can understand that feast on the seaside, when the sun first rises?
What kind of lingering there was on the golden sand bed;
Who can predict that nature's creation and destiny will
On the other side of the mountain, on this side of the sea, what kind of attachment will two hearts burn into?
Who can say that in our world, time has passed and the sea has changed dramatically?
What warmth they gave each other!