The Sea’s roar has become so senile
Love too has been beaten by the salty wind
but I will take care of you, old Sea
I will see to it, having long loved you
 
I will be in touch with your family
I will write letters to your lovers
I will make visits to the alumni
who studied in the same classroom as you
 
The evening sun is setting on the horizon
coloring a seaside accident into crimson
Flotsam of memory and oblivion
sings the songs it learned in foreign lands
 
A bonfire burns sorrows into flames
A dream has also been buffeted by the salty wind
I will read a book of poems on the shore
for you, who do not say a word
 
I will take care of you, old Sea
for ever and ever
I will be with you