The waves are lapping against the reef, spraying into mist,
Forming jewels all over the coast.
A pretty lady in a white dress,
through its hemline leaves traces behind.
Polar lights pouring into the ocean, transforming all forms into life.
The mighty Milky Way, flows into language linking the worlds,
She obviously is the princess of the Atlantis.
Everything is all dark.
The form she sleeps, looks like the deep sea.
Maybe because of tiredness, she frowns painfully.
In her dream,
A civilisation is being forgotten.
She struggles to not let it fade away, in vain.
The waves are lapping against the reef, spraying into mist.