When you are old, will you still remember me?
I remember when we first met, we were young and frivolous.
I remember the heavy rain that year and the figure who slammed the door and left.
I remember that long day, looking at each other speechlessly.
I remember the farewell that year, there is no eternal farewell.
When you are old, will you regret the choice you made?
If there hadn't been... Wouldn't everything be very different?
Unfortunately there is no if.
If you miss it, you miss it.
A turn around is a lifetime.