When did it happen, a very distant time ago
By some heavenly river
Waiting for true love
A large rock lived there.
Crashing against the rippling currents,
Giving up grandeur for oneself,
Broken into pieces over many days
It kept turning round, round.
Pretty sunlight peeks out slightly
One fresh early morning,
Eventually called a pebble
I ended up turning into a small stone.
I don’t know where it came from,
Always surrounded by breathless rivers,
I couldn’t tell the whispering whisper passing by,
It was busy with the fluttering sound.
Where exactly are you trying to go?
Everyone was just busy.
Loneliness, sorrow, and longing
I was gently touching the passage of time.
Before I knew it, through the thick mist over the water,
A radiant rainbow bloom
A golden sailboat passed by,
Someone was waving their hand.