Here we are, on the paths of our treasure, walking together and our hopes are outrunning us.
Our hopes are running, through their dreams, towards our treasure island.
In the uncharted seas of our new world,
our hopes are the ships that we use to navigate the sprawling sea between ambition and reality.
The sea that separates despair from hope.
The sea that has always been a graveyard for all sailors who have got lost,
as they did not consider the light of their hearts as a guiding star behind the thick clouds of illusion.
Our treasure island is found in the depths of our souls and in the folds of our hearts.
Our treasure is the joyous pulse of life that has been inundated by the rough waves of the worldly trials.
The ordeals of life that bombarded our ships from all directions,
and our lives were unceremoniously thrown into a merciless sea of pitch-black darkness,
where there is no anchorage or dry land.
Where there is no anchorage or solid ground, and we are finally trapped between regret, sadness and despair.
In the journey of the hearts, that yearn for the impossible, whenever they cross the black seas of pain,
man is always caught between escaping his bitter past and pursuing his impossible dreams.
The impossible dreams that can only inhabit our treasure island,
where we can sing the hymn of our rebirth.
The joyous hymn that glorifies reaching the treasure of our rebirth in our new hearts.