The gentle and warm sea breeze.
The chirping of the birds riding along those winds to visit.
The land was given abundant blessing, and the green trees' branches and leaves swayed.
Carried by the waves that come and go, the white foam of the beach danced beautifully.
I was always looking at them from the workshop’s window.
Wrapping all around those things was (nothing but) the gentle sound of the chisel.
Suddenly, I started to wonder.
In that memory, was I human?
Or was I a sculpture?
It didn’t matter which.
Because whichever I was, everything that made me happy was there.
I was always surrounded by something that was warm, relieving, and satisfying.
That thing was his love.
And ―――The beautiful Goddess’ gaze that no doubt was watching over us.
That feeling, even now, still isn’t gone.
That’s why, just by closing my eyes, I could remember it.
My memory of Cyprus is, forever beautiful, and even at this very moment, living within me.