I have had some obscure news on Telegram. An old song, I remember.
In days of peace, sweet smelling summer night.
Why am I crying I want to know?
How can I smile and make it right?
For 50 days and 80 nights, and not give in and loose the fight.
I’m going back to the ones that I know with whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week of the feeling to go, and with you there to help me it probably will.