But soon the tide returns, and once more I hear the roistering of the waves.
The waves are whirling their boat past the rocks into the shallows.
The waves plashed on the shore and told stories to the pebbles and the sands.
One by one, each uttering the name of her beloved, leaped into the waves.
I watch them accumulating just as I watch the waves of the sea.
The sea ...