- Would you usher me to a place where you live, so that I can come someday, and we talk about life, afterlife, stars, every little detail of everything? Would you still placate my screeds like you used to do? Would you come back to me so that I cover miles with your back, would these all be true someday?
- In this departure, there is no pain, no aches, only a rim of blurred stories that soon fade away, In this world full of people, there is no place of forever, as somebody said, we are children of memory. In every passing moment, you and I get faded, and only this memory get last.