“Wherever I go, whoever I meet, in the end, I’m on my way to see you”

As time goes on, memories of things that have disappeared or the pain of loss can grow pale and faint. Those things happen if we just lend ourselves to time, but if we don't compromise with time and commit ourselves to remembering those people, I think the things that disappeared may never have disappeared after all. Soon, the weather will get hotter, leaves will change colors, and snow will fall... Within these times, even just once, I hope we won't forget the fact that those people were by our side. And I hope that from now on those who were left behind will hurt less, and remember more. That's the way I hope they'll live.