Waiting by the waiting tide
Waiting wasting time
Waving in the sliding melody

As I look for far horizons
Just to see my way in the sea
Four winds blow the smell of you to me and I see
Needle of compass go spinning round and round
A full glowing moon will come to meet the falling sun

Though the sea is there for you
All that we can see is so afar
Could I know where goes the stream
I would wave my way for you to see