The sea creates people,

And people build ships, Crossing over the sea.

The sailors pray for fine skies, While the farmers pray for rain.

Countless years pass, No rain falls, the sea dries up, And people cross the desert.

And they wish, For the sea to return, for rain to fall,

For the days of abundance to come back once more.

Our wish is to give travelers a strand of rain, a strand of light