I'm afraid to make a mistake, I'm afraid just like everyone else. After all, everyone is afraid.
But I'm looking for you, I stretch out my hand to you to come out into the light together.
I don't know you, I hardly feel you through the monitor, through the time separating my letters to you, through space unknown to us and through many miles.
Neither I nor you - we don't know, maybe we know each other in the past, or maybe we even saw each other, I don't know, it doesn't matter.
I am ready to become weak for you, I am ready to become sunny, I am ready to dissolve in the lunar paths over the ocean and become a rainbow and reflect from walls, glass, earth, water and mirrors.
I am ready to lend a hand to you, but not to hold you back.
I extend my hand to you to warm you, even for a moment, even for a lifetime.
I extend my hand to you to walk into the light together.
Give me your hand... please... just give me your hand....