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Let the sea roar: It cannot be as angry,

As my angry heart is,

How can the cauldron of fury,

That is seething inside be controlled?

How can the moon wade through the heaven,

Without feeling sorry?

You thought it would be easy,

To swallow up the grief and veil the worry,

Disdain and treachery, with great artistry,

Was practised on me.

I am the laughing stock, I am the mocked one,

I am the wretched soul,the game for scorn.

It is a dark night but not so stormy,

My heart's torment will quell its might.

Let the waves roar, let them swell in size,

The grief I have inside - it will capsize,

The humiliation and helplessness,

Of the tumultuous sighs.

You stand on the mast and take a life boat,

I will jumb aboard and I will float.