Everytime I walk down the beach, 

the sand reminds me of you. 

I love the feeling of the sand on my skin, 

it's roughness and smoothness all together. 

But then again, 

you are just like a sand. 

I know that even if I try to hold onto you, 

you'll slip away in my fingers. 

Then the sea would come along, 

wash you away from me 

and bring you back you to your rightful home, 

back to the one who really owns you.