"Of the three thousand beauties in the harem, I would choose only one." In my ear, I can almost hear the determined, stubborn voice of the boy from that dream. What a pity, what a pity. My heart remains, but love has gone far away.
"Sister hates wasting time on this stupid thing called love. If you should leave, then leave. No one's going to stop you." In my memories is that noisy girl from her rebellious years, frank and uninhibited, yet willing to stay only for one person. Time will pass in the end. The one who always stood behind you was someone you never managed to notice. And finally, finally, when you turned to look back, there was no one there anymore. So this is how it is, this is how it is: time has wounded us too deeply...
