[Hilak.] (English)

I’m tired of crying.
I have already risen
from the sea.
You said,
you’ll bathe me in water
Because you said
I am warm.

I might be sick
no appetite,
numb,
nauseated,
Very difficult
for you.

You might get better,
you said.
And it will wash
away all your dirt.

It will,
I said.
And it will wash away
all my color
And all
my heartbeats.

The sea will wash
the way I look at you
And drown me
In all my
lost breaths

I tried
to reach you
But the waves
threw me away.

You said,
I might be sick.
I never felt
that way.

After I left
the water,
I have only been burning.