After I woke from the dream, I had lost everything.
Who am I? Why have I forgotten everything, yet still remember what it feels like to love someone?
Everything a person experiences in a lifetime becomes a memory in an instant. You could say memory is the only proof that we ever truly lived. How can it be so easily lost?
Even pain and worries are better than a blank slate.
I'm willing to give everything I have to get it all back.
Theme:
