It's not sea I see.

I was happy on the shore,
The waves looked beautiful,
I left all my people and sailed,
Few days the ocean was calm,
I trusted the calmness around,
But it was not really the truth,
The blue waves turned black,
They were violent and awful,
Now I’m stuck with terror,
Should I look back or wait,
I think of my days on the shore,
It was more pleasant and good,
I can reach neither my people nor them,
I can see the waves wash over my face,
What’s left with me now and then?
Handful of tears and heart full of grief,
But still I’m sailing and will sail and wail.
The waves have to calm down someday,
And I will see the beautiful sea with clouds,
It’s only just hope that makes me live,
It’s the paradox of my life.