The heart is like a leaf swinging in the wind. The tide comes in, moistens the air and withdraws from the beach, repeating it over and over again. The sky is covered with mist, and the light is like a pair of sleepy eyes. The ocean in the distance and the land here are not clearly visible, and my road cannot be seen clearly. Why haven't you come yet? The person who made me lose my peace has not yet appeared. If your face were in front of me now, tears would flow on your face. Why haven't you come yet? My heart, which made me gasp with fear, became soft for a time. If your heart could fly here, the fire could burn in your heart. My hands began to explore, and I grasped the cool white railing. Holding it tightly, it became a source of survival, and I forgot all my fatigue. Holding the handrail warmed the railing, and the railing cooled my layers of sadness. My love, why don’t you come? The sky has become dark and the waves will disappear far away.