The Dream

The sea gently laps at the shore, and the setting sun peers into my face. I could walk along the boundary between the waves and the sand, all the way around the world. Go around and back again. Evening slips through my fingers like sand, blows away on the wind. Here, by this sea, is a corner of paradise on earth. Where can I find happiness in paradise? Tell me where to look for you. Through wind and storm, through drought and downpour, I will come. But the wind doesn't answer me, and the sun is silent, shining tenderly, and only the sea quietly whispers something—but how can I understand it? Wave catches up with wave. The sun lazily settles down to sleep behind the mountain, and multicolored lights begin to glow on the shore. This city refuses to sleep. It glitters, it buzzes, it never stops, and it will offer you everything you desire. Tell me, city, how much does happiness cost these days? The city smirks: "You know that yourself." Night falls from the sky, and melody after melody carries from behind the trees. Which one is mine? I will know for sure when the brightest eyes in the world look into my face.