Through My Fingers by Tilixia Summer

掀起千重浪，
你说，
你留不住的
不只是
海沙。

我说，
不是
不是留不住
我是放手。

The waves rise,
layer upon layer.

You say
what you cannot keep
is not only
the sea sand.

I say,
it is not that I cannot hold—
it is that I am letting go.