The sea empties the shell of all death

Loved a woman once

But was abandoned by her, by poverty and wandering

At first, I still had hatred, like a coconut tree by the sea

From time to time, I plucked a head

and smashed it into the sea. Later, I was relieved, because in the afternoon when I was collecting shells on the beach

I suddenly noticed

In the shells as small as fingernails

there were still hermit crabs poking out their tentacles. This small

The poor man, who could not be smaller, was riding the sea

from the waves, and reached the end of the world before me