When the years keep passing away, what else can we keep? .
Except for memories, I guess. . Nothing can be retained. . Because I have too many memories. . .
What kind of things will remind me of you?
What kind of thoughtfulness will make me fall in love with you?
What kind of mood will make me change involuntarily?
What kind of tears will come at night?
What kind of change do you make me insist on?