Those whose spirits are unfulfilled
Is it an illusion from the distance that inspires them forward?
I ask to the sea at daybreak,
But the sea returns only silence
Guiding a quiet heart
Leading a frail heart astray,
The harsh waves, to the strong,
What do they show?
The one-winged hawk,
tearing the ocean wide
Why? Even that high,
does it choose the intense winds
and continue to fly?
For the one that chases after the released destiny,
Is there darkness in the end? Or radiance?
Each of them awaits the sunrise,
But the sea returns only silence
Perhaps it is all to awaken the slumbering heart
Or is the heart which won't wake in itself the dream?
The truth is sometimes silent
No one yet knows it . . .
Gliding down to the sea,
The one-winged hawk still pecks at sorrow
And without fear of the raging skies
it is sure to rise and fly again
Until the day of promise that has yet to come