Pale purple gauze
Is hoodwinking the eye
The purple sea remote looked
Nearly must does not have
- Prefatory remarks
At present is the sea
The kind ocean waves say the hello to me
The old friend, is you?

I am only the sand
Carries on the back is engraving a each one footprint
The time only wants to obtain extricates
The purple sea this time can easely stroke me... ...

I once dreamed of the angel
Is impossible to have the snow white wing
Certainly not beautiful An Qier
In my heart only has the sea
Remote looked nearly looks all is the sea
Is she continuously accompanies me
My friend hey, you speaks
Static, static
Is silent, is not you
Your ocean waves singing sound
Direct impact I atrium
Breaks all tranquility
I did not know where I am at
In ocean waves
Has lost the direction
Purple sea,
You let me know any is beautiful

夜来, the moonlight has been putting on the white gauze
Looked that, it smiles in the sea to me
In water and space
Which is genuine it
I continuously cannot make

The sea continuously calmly is looking
She was sees me
The star curiously winks focuses
It as if very wants to understand from morning until eveningthe relative friend
I continuously am looking, is looking
Clear, the sea does not have the purple
Only has the blue color, this meant any
I continuously stare how is friend's appearance oh?
Only has the blue color, the sea does not have the purple?
The purple sea, you not once rippled in my atrium
You continuously all are singing the wave song
You are staring at me
In your heart certainly has me
I had known, the purple sea, I not once understood you... ...

The wave came
But this is only an ordinary samsara
I carry on the back the trace certainly cannot flush
The blue sea is only a traveler
It visits me
But I actually thought it is in my heart angel
My cherish friend,
It certainly not.
It has brought today only the shell
But I knew this is leaves
It is willing me to use the shell to knock the sound
Takes to it the warm regards
It also was going to leave

Blue sea, traveler
Why are you
Leaves must tell me
I do not want again to dream of the so-called angel
My diary once was writing: The purple sea, my angel appeared.
What does that present write?
Blue sea, friend of mine
I work as you am the friend
You tell me to write any... ...

Latter records: The sand is not I, is not the soul, also is not themind summon, is only an ordinary sand aspiration, you shouldunderstand the sand.