A Ferryman's Song

It's not dew a teardropp from the moon. Because of the fading humanity. Though you found a needle in a haystack Very difficult to search a man among the men. Let the wind blows and do not get panic. Perhaps tomorrow will be calm? Do not count the Stars. As they may fall on your head. Who says the grape is bitter? Anyway do not search apples in a vineyard. The Ocean never bothers of her waves. But the beach keeps memories. They are building a new bridge And I can see the shadow in the river. Oh! I'll say good bye very soon to the wayfarers!