What makes me think of death in my sweetest age
Only the moon makes me feel like someone understands me
At this beautiful age, all say is my best age
I feel like I don’t have the strength for anything.
What is all this?

The moon is listening to me
She is so beautiful, shining again with all her light
She’s very brave.
Sometimes she even answers me.
We have a way of communicating with the moon.
She listens to my secrets that most people don’t have a clue about.
Perhaps she’s the only one who understands me.

What’s this feeling that I cannot escape, that I dread?
And the moon is all alone, floating in the void
All the planets are far away from her
But she keeps on shining
I wonder if it is this loneliness that makes her so strong.
Or that no matter how far away it is from the sun,she can still reflect the sun’s light?

Maybe all, maybe none
I also feel very empty
Today and every day
When I try to make myself shine like the moon
I can’t find my own sun
The sun has always been there for the moon
Maybe it hasn’t, maybe it never was
Sometimes they both shine in the sunlight
Always strong
What is this feeling I have inside of me?
I’m at a loss for words

Maybe I’m looking for my own sun
Waiting for it.
I want it to come and help me shine.
And what if
What if it never comes?
What if my path never crosses that sun?
Will I die before I shine?

I’m scared
Today, perhaps more than any other day
Not that I will not shine
Not that I ever smeared my sun
Maybe all, maybe none
But I guess I’m just scared
Of dying

Today I found myself in front of the mirror with a glass bottle
Very tempting
To disappear, not to fight
Yes, I see life as a war.
And today I didn’t have the strength to fight
I was so weak
The moon would be ashamed of me if she saw this.
Perhaps I am the moon herself
And I’m ashamed of myself
But death seemed sweet
I tasted it in my mouth, it was incredibly sweet

But, you know, life
I’m here. I’m writing these words
It wasn’t the first time I came close to this taste.
Probably won’t be the last
But I hope if it is not the end, I will find myself writing these lines again.

Friends, all I could think about at that moment was
They were good days that I could “maybe” live in the future.
And my friends, the first thought I have when I find myself in front of the mirror
How lonely I was, that I would seek and receive an embrace of love from no one.

If the good days I had hopes for are not the ones to come
I hope it will be my last attempt.
But there is hope,
In life and in me
Hope is in us