Watch it!
It slips away just like a fish in water
Is it because it comes easily?
Easily then let it go!
Perhaps it is not meant for me
Let the wind carry it away
Where it cannot be heard of again
But do I really mean it?
When my heart is become a wanderer
Searching for this so called “precious stone”
I cannot be the cause
Because I can keep it
I can keep it
I can care for it
I can love it
I can adore it
Because I admire it
I will cherish it
Just come only this once, I promise
I will be a good fisherman
