You were handsome looking out to sea during our holiday. Ah, you were so handsome! I wanted to tell you, but something stops me when you’re right there beside me. I’m scared of bothering you when you’re silent. And then everything comes to me, but it’s always too late. Be brave, mon cher amour. Whether it’s here or somewhere else, whether you’re free or in danger, you’ll always find a better path to take, because the most intimate part of you lives only for what’s best, and at the end of the day I don’t see any other way of gaining the strength to keep on living. I’m just waiting for Friday and the radiance of the sun and the sea in your warm arms. I’m just waiting for Friday, and every time I think about it, I’m happy.