Sometimes you mold faces, my love, to hide the deep sadness

Sometimes you mold faces, my love, to hide the deep sadness, to forget yourself, to banish the bitter thoughts that weigh you down. How can you create love, my love, to live, to suffer in this summer, which presses on you like a sea with its colossal, unforgiving weight? The burden crushes you, dragging you into the black earth of deep pain, leaving you there, unfulfilled and completely alone, lost in silence, knowing I will not return, for longing is an endless ocean that drowns hopes, leaving you to seek light among shadows. You wove stories in silence, illusions to protect your heart from deep wounds, but this summer is an eternity of suffering, a time that never ends, you wonder how to find love, to make it bloom on this barren land, where the echoes of my footsteps have died, leaving only traces of lost time. Between dream and reality, you struggle, not knowing whether to turn back or move forward, for your soul is a battlefield between love and forgetting, but perhaps, in the shadows of this summer, you will find a sliver of light, a new beginning, to rediscover yourself, to rebuild dreams and be reborn.