Illa Illa

At the end of my rusty fishing rod
There's a stream flowing through the two bores
At the end of my eyelashes
Hot, faint water droplets seep in

Alone, I walk the path of the laughing island
A war of emotions raging in my head
To steep in the waves of memories
Cold enough to freeze my heart

At the end of my rusty fishing rod
There's a stream flowing through the two bores
At the end of my eyelashes
Hot, faint water droplets seep in

By the beach
I'm swept away by the waves

Teaching me how to cry, your disappearance
The mist locked in my pupils, no rough days
Every path we walked together
I can't walk comfortably anymore
Clutching desperately, now that you're gone
Wiping my eyes with sand, it's not a dream
Leaving me behind, where are you going
My mood is like a low-pressure system after a storm

At the end of my rusty fishing rod
There's a stream flowing through the two bores
At the end of my eyelashes
Hot, faint water droplets seep in

By the beach
I'm swept away by the waves

Longing is what I do best
Feeling down, my most comfortable place
The edges of my shattered heart will heal
Being pricked, I'll heal again anyway

Familiar wounds, familiar goodbyes
Awkward hellos and even standing awkwardly
Familiar scenes

By the beach
I'm swept away by the waves

Listening to the sound of the waves and stargazing
Without shedding new tears
Knowing it will sting
But the sand will sprout again

Listening to the sound of the waves and stargazing
Without shedding new tears
Knowing it will sting
But the sand will sprout again

At the end of my rusty fishing rod