潮汐 (cháoxī)

The moment of awakening
Filling the mind
Are the waves undulating along the coastline
Deeply concerned
Tangled and surging
Descending after climbing countless peaks

Let me count the lines on your fingers
Caress my fragile tentacles
Watching the waxing and waning of the Moon together, in every kind of weather
I care about your every breath
Love flutters along the edge of the ear
In countless nights, we respond to the tides
Let me possess this you

Flowing and surging
Dispersing and converging
Either curling or stretching, white or gray

Let me count the lines on your fingers
Caress my fragile tentacles
Watching the waxing and waning of the Moon together, in every kind of weather
I care about your every breath
Love flutters along the edge of the ear
In countless nights, we respond to the tides
Let me possess this you

Exploring your schools of fish in my sea
No longer adapting to darkness by losing sight
I see clearly, I see you clearly
And the endless surging tides

Let me count the lines on your fingers
Caress my fragile tentacles
Watching the waxing and waning of the Moon together, in every kind of weather
I care about your every breath
Love flutters along the edge of the ear
In countless nights, we respond to the tides
Let me possess this you