I'll lift up my head then, and I'll look away into the distance. The blazing sun will burn my itchy eyes, but the clear sky is smiling azure blue. I'll turn around then, and I'll begin that long arduous walk. My weary legs will be shaky and weak, but the path lies straight and smooth. I'll never look back then, and I'll swallow all those lonely tears. The hot saltiness will scald my throat, but a gentle balm awaits me somewhere.