The hole is still warm from the presence of the lost treasure
and with support of my magnifying glass I managed to collect some treasure crumbs.

As I was putting the crumbs on my tongue I started
feeling so tremendously expended and new energy and hope was born in me.

Now, that I have traces of treasure within me
I know I'll have a better sense of direction.

My dear - the hole of the lost treasure is so beautiful
that I am afraid to imagine what the treasure itself looks like.

Though I realize that the lost treasure by its nature is lost and I'm probably
following the steps of the great hero Don Quixote,
the hope that is born in me again and again makes me keep
pursuing this mission, and now with my little bundle of treasure crumbs
nothing can stand in my way.

Please allow me to apologize for my awe-foolishness.

Yours forever your sunset/ sunrise forever yours
Yours forever yours.