I want to feel soft, fine sand beneath my feet. Such luxury. If only that is how I'd feel always. If only troubles would cease to be, and love was more obvious than hate. If only hate wouldn't eat your insides and make you spit out rotten words. If only love grew well and steadily, spoiling us for something as low as hate. Wouldn't it be lovely? If only all these wishes of mine were to come true. The luxurious feeling of soft, fine sand beneath my feet would be in me.