She yearns for the past for all the things that were taken along the time the seasons change and she sees it in her mirror she`s asking herself all the time why my mouth cannot speak? Why does my mind stop me? She thinks , loves, lives and breath like other people she doesn`t like feeling like that she doesn`t want to lie to herself her routine is chocking her Her days are bitter but in each turning back to home her soul returns The sand clock falls to the ground the instability of her life her steps stop in quicksand It was hard for her to think herself in the wrong road In this institution of no regrets it doesn't want that you to see don`t waste your time in looking back carry out your moments in place She thinks it was worth it every step, her strength