White Waves

White Waves

A breeze so cold,
it cuts into my cheek,
it flows strong on board.
Far away, the white waves go on,
cleansing the heart.

A white bird swoops down.
Between the distance waves.
The land is so far.
Surely the white waves,
are alive in the sea.

The sense of the cold breeze fades.
All desires disappear.　
The white bird, from between the waves,
soars up.

Up to the small distant hazy island,
free from everything.
That moment and a moment more,
like a bird, I feel I can be free.