And the time that takes care of everything. Let him keep only the good memories, let him heal all the wounds that people have caused me, let him record your voice in me, let him pass, taking all and all that have done me no harm. That when I look back, as much as I wish to go back in time, to see that I just made certain choices, that I walked the best way, and that in the end, I was happy. And the time that takes care of making me happy, of making me detach from details. And the time that brings you back, or passes so fast that it makes you just a memory. Good memory.