Fickleness is the passport for the fickle,Affection is the epitaph for the affectionate.The chariot of Helios raced across the sky,Not as thy waving farewell.The eye of Horus opened and glimmer,Not as thy thoughtful gaze.The ice age blinded the world with ice,Thou melt the chill like the warm current.The Atlantic blocked the course with surge,Thou bring hope like the Cape of Good Hope.If the ocean is destined to break the dike;Then let its bitter water pour into my soul;If the land is destined to rise,Then let thee choose a new mountain for survival.