There’s no sea in London, as we all know about that. Heavy mist gradually dissolved from the ruins, and someone began to read the memorial speech in the darkness. I could feel the three minutes of silence, but what I could not touch is the sorrow hidden in the words, which had been permanently carved on the cold gravestone.
There’s no sea in London, though you still stick to your own point. East wind eventually came during a quiet night of waiting, and then another ship set out with its black sail waving in the sky. You could count the distance between London and the ocean, but what you could not tell is the love buried in old days, which had once come up and rapidly died back in the darkest ages.