There’s a child next to the sea. The tide rolls before him. The water as clear as the sky. There’s that boy that never swam. Azure wave after wave before him. Foam before his feet. There would be that lad there, but only his shadow remains. Never did touch that water. Never did learn how to swim. Never spent a moment more on this beach. He simply got too old for such things.
– Mitsuo Tanaka