I am here

Ashore you are receiving those which the summer's night force you Some blanking star's lights Besides the strand you can feel that you are immeasurable land Being able to ask anybody the informations through the distance You throw down the stones which I hand-pick into the water Your footing's fitful wavelet are my frequent answers for you I expect that you can see what I see you And I expect that you pretermit days，nights and reasons Forgetting your coming and gone Besides the strand you don't look through the immeasurable dark sky fully I am here，I am your creator Is yourself，too