"Dear ... You
Do you know who would turn back time? I! Yes me. I would turn back time and try again. What would I try? Stop doing what I did. Each one of us has regret. We do not regret for the moment, but over time. We regret when it's too late. You know what I did ... and I think I all know it. I have the impression that when I look into people's eyes, they know everything. I have the impression that he quarrels and reproaches me ... That he shows me with his finger and punishes me. Maybe you will never know, but I tell you ... it hurts me. It hurts me hard and smiles sadly as the soul shakes me, but I tell myself it will pass. It's just a virus that took hold of me.
I feel, and not only feel, but I think, that you were right ... I beat you, but not only through words ... but also through all the things I did or did not made. I am sorry.
I threw myself bravely into waves that were too great, though I could not swim. For a while I managed to keep myself up and hoped I could get to the shore, but I was wrong. It's too late to agitate. I'm tired, and the water shook me.
I'd like to hope again. I would like to make myself more dreamy ... with your eyes, with your voice and your face, with your gentle touch ... I would like to dream together, to think about the future ... But it can not be.
I would never have waved in too much waves if someone reminded me that they did not know how to swim. But I liked it, even if it's too late to save myself. I liked to merge with the waves ...
I will die in waves and I will be born of waves.
The moon's rays will be reflected in me ...
And you will sink into the waves to cool yourself.
I'm sorry, honest ... I'm sorry.
Me too, though I would
to be no longer "
