I´ll walk away
I´ll go back
I´ll try not to get caught
with some of those memories

I don't want to drown
in the huge ocean of tears
gathered over years

End of the world

Many years are not found
yet.

Again I will go down
the paths of Introspection
to be able to express
my self at some point.

Could you tell me
about the lost years?

Where were they?
Who lost them?
And
why write about them?