Gold sinks in the sea
Wood stays on the surface
Oysters are born in mud
Generating fine pearls
I didn't want to be the sea
A fountain was enough
Even less to be a rose
Simply the thorn
I didn't want to be way
But the shortcut
Much less to be rain
Merely dew
I didn't want to be the day
Just dawn
Much less to be the field
Grain was enough for me
I didn't want to be life
But a moment
Much less to be concert
Only the song