I wish that we would never realize
That what we are, we have never truly been
I wish that we would still write poetry
Even if the sky and sea crumble, even if the shore is tilted
I wish that you find peace
So that the flowers will not weep, their innocent buds will remain
I wish that my consciousness will blossom
For you, a branch with a heart full of dreams
I wish that the mountains would turn into silk
Your page, a silk dress, in the pages of mountains and rivers
