Year after year returns and fades away | I quench my thirst only with the salt of my own tears. | Kindling the deceptive ignis fatuus, the mirage of despair | The desert garden beckons, singing a hundred songs. | Was this desert once the depths of a vast ocean? | I, the desert-dweller, still glimpse that dream today. | Deep beneath those ocean waves, where the vessel sank— | I search for my lost shipmate, treading these endless sands. | Lifetimes have passed