PROLOGUE

I regret having dreamed, because there was nothing beautiful about my dream. Everything has been destroyed without a trace. The wreckage of the heart has not yet been repaired, now it has fallen like the flowers of a guava tree in the windy season. The flowers scatter and then wither and perish.

I regret having had a dream, because after fighting for it tooth and nail it fell down early. Even when I fall, no one wants to support me. Black, gray and empty, like the cup of the heart that holds sadness and wounds.

I came with burning enthusiasm, but I went home empty-handed. If one dream fails, then another dream will fail. Like one rung on a bridge that breaks, the other steps don't hold together. I regret having dreamed, in fact it would be better not to have dreams, so as not to dream of soaring high. People say dream as high as possible, if you fail you will fall among the stars. But, when a dream soars too high, it falls too far, falling into an abyss full of rabble.

I have failed to fulfill my dream, people say it's okay to fail as long as you don't give up. But, I've really lost. My footsteps have found a dead end. It felt very complicated to have to go back again. Losing time and bringing back memories.

In the end, you have to go looking for shelter with a painful heart, torn apart by repeated failures. Even a strong heart becomes fragile, strong links can become porous and fall apart in the end. My dreams were dashed, but I still longed for a figure with an oriental face. Stop thinking about you!