There is nothing wrong with dreams that I hid from all, the truth is in my words. It's okay if I discovered the little secret that really started to hurt my heart. There is nothing wrong if I do not shed tears every night, but blood that tears my mind. It's okay when my hands shake everything I've caught a pen to remember a fantasy that moves me every night. I will remain silent so that everyone does not understand my words I will fly to heaven then forget my name. You will forget my hands that I gave you with all generosity. And he only threw back. That day will never come. I do not care about that distant hope, but my interest in ambition. If I put my trust in someone carrying things for protection will not come because in fact I am the protector and refractor.