Oh, my melancholy
If you call me
I will be there—
To wave at you;
To hold your hand
Perhaps for you
I dwell on this strange land.
Hapless yet hopeful —
This eerie thing is now
Losing its cool
Have you ever seen
Ice in a sea?
It melts and loses its
existence.
Like those tides
I try to stay
persistent.
I hold my question
as a shell holds a pearl.
My soul now gauges
the sand—
through drift and whirl.
Your silent answer
shakes my world
Like these abrupt winds
that shiver the trees.
Still they stay
rooted like you
Oh, my melancholy.