My raging storm,
which I've been calming for so long.
Left me ashore
saved me from drowning in my own.
What's water for you?
It's life for me.
Thus, drowning in it doesn't seem so deadly.
With high tide waves
I slowly crave
to be taken back by sea.
Cause it's my raging storm which gives life to me.

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