Hand in hand, we walked along the beach,
Leaving footprints on the shore.
Yours beside mine,
Mine beside yours.
Fleeting impressions in the sand,
For the never-ending tide of time,
Washes them away again.
How long must I suffer the thunder
Of a thousand voices in the crashing waves,
Calling out your name!
Retracing my steps I find
Only empty, crushed shells.
No sign that we walked here,
No proof you were once mine.
Yap Chen Kuang