The Dead Sea

Every grain of sand is a dead sea

The flow of blood has been stilled, the tears have dried

The ship of the soul, anchored

Fixed under the wind and sand, once buried for billions of years

Only a drop of water is needed

Then a pair of lungs that call the wind and rain will be revived

A heart that resonates with the frequency of the earth, etc.

Immediately after, fish and shrimp like a tide, the shadow of the sail

Fishermen, lighthouses, pirates, reefs

A dark blue moon at the rise of the waves

On a windy evening, I leaned down and put my ear to a grain of sand

I can clearly hear

Wave after wave of the sea

The reefs on the shore

The head-on collision, the splash of blood

The sound of broken bones

Half of it is the song of death with emotion

Half a cry of anger and heartbreak