What has changed in my psyche since last year?
Maybe many things, or maybe absolutely nothing.
I miss you so much right now, I need you, but you must be sleeping.
Write to me, look for me, dedicate poems to me, don't leave me again
«I will miss it,
When I kill myself,
I will miss it
Your sweet goodnight,
I will miss it
Like the sun on Sunday...
You know well that...
I will miss it
Nanana, nanana, nananà»
I may not be too good at writing, or anything else, but I put my heart into it, thinking of you, sun🔆