I thought I could only continue along the predetermined trajectory
Until another life begins
Beautiful dreams are the same as beautiful poems
They are all things that can be met but cannot be sought.
Often appears at the least expected moment
I like that kind of dream
In dreams, everything can start again
Everything can be explained slowly
I can even feel all the wasted time in my heart
The ecstasy and gratitude that I was able to return to
I will live well
Seize every moment well
Stop forcing everything.