I'll walk past the sea shore,
None to witness my departure–
As the marine drive's deserted.
Only soft traces of my footprints
The full moon shall stay bright
Leaving me under the spotlight
The waves reaching my bare feet–
Shall be the eager audience.
I'll walk past leaving behind,
The scattered pebbles of memories.
And the rush of waves
Shall erase all traces
So that you won't follow.