Devoid of reasons,

Devoid of ways,
It flows far and long.

Penetrable are irons and rocks,
But here it is,
The creek which passes the mountain.

It sallies forth,
Flows, flows and flows,
Detaching from inertia.

It seeks for the wide sea,
For only until after,
Will it be relieved for its safe existence.

Devoid of reasons,
Devoid of ways,
It flows far and long.

Oh the love buried deep in my heart,
Softly it resembles the long fine creek.

For you,
Eternally and solely,
It streams toward you.
For now, yesterday and tomorrow,
It only exists for your existence.

Oh your eyes are the ocean,
Already, you have drowned me.
Have you known, my love?
The one who exhumed my heart to love.

Grateful am I that we have met,
We, in this life, like the creek and the ocean.

And here your arm embracing me,
To complete me,
And contain me in your exuberance.

If there shall be one day,
When we are meant to part,
I will walk through the farthest mountain,
Only to seek for a way,
To stream back toward you.

Only if you would wait for me.

If you would ever know, my love,
Every time I gaze upon you,
As if the creek gazes upon the ocean.

Oh here your currents summoning,
Summoning me in, toward you.

How could I not stream toward you?

Overcast by serenity,
Or the thundering storms,
It flows far and long.

As if conceiving some volition,
Here it is,
The creek which passes the mountain.

It sallies forth,
Flows, flows and flows,
Persevering still.

It seeks for the wide sea,
For only until after,
Will it be relieved for its safe existence.