One day I will be transparent. Meanwhile
I'll polish my words
That day I will have clear eyes and a smile.
The silence that day after day haunts me like a dog
finally leave me. And you will bloom
from the ground in my yard.
Under the sun we will join hands.
In the language of deep gazes we will speak.
The words that I want so much today will be nothing,
and they will fall dead around us.
Under the sun its brightness will blind us.
We will not close our eyes.
Eye to eye, so we will be forever.

Enough, nothing is forever.
Let's be happy even if we don't live the life we want.
Every day is the last, and it does not return.