The cries of seagulls
Snatch me from my daydreams, as if sweeping me away,
I, tossed upon the wind,
Return once more to my heart.
Alone with myself,
I sing melodies from within.
A ferry passes by the Maiden’s Tower,
Amidst the beauty of returning to myself,
Memories of my childhood
Keep washing over the light of my heart.
The childlike beauty of the past
Becomes the joy of my smile,
And settles upon my face…