Like Fine Grains of Sand.
The touch of her hand,
Is like fine grains of sand.
May I wish to hold it all the time.
The touch of her hair,
Is like fine grains of sand.
May it stay silky and smooth all her life.
The sound of her voice,
Is like fine grains of sand.
May its wonderful tone never wither.
May every day with her be joyous,
For whom next I stand,
Is like fine grains of sand.
