The Way by Esmaeel Khoi /kho i:/
What I see is
The sea that lasts;
The garden that grows and grows again;
The night that fades into dawn.
Not the passing waves, flowers, and dewdrops
Although we leave
The way will last
No sorrow then!
What I see is
The sea that lasts;
The garden that grows and grows again;
The night that fades into dawn.
Not the passing waves, flowers, and dewdrops
Although we leave
The way will last
No sorrow then!