I'll walk past the sea shore,

None to witness my departure–

As the marine drive's deserted.

Only soft traces of my footprints

Left behind.

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.