I held fine sand in my hands.
When I squeezed it to protect it from being blown away,
It still slipped out from between my fingers.
When I opened my fist to let the sand breath freely,
Wind blew it away anyways.
In either case I could not keep the sand with me.
Such is my condition today,
As destiny has brought you to me morphed as sand.
In either case I would not be able to keep the you with me.
