They say that a memory...
...is something you reconstruct depending on small fragments of recollection in your mind.
They say that remembering is the same as seeing an illusion.
But what is existence???
What if..
.. we had stopped there,
or if we'd turned in a corner,,,
What if we hadn't stumbled over pebbles,
or ever gotten lost,
what if we'd never stopped...
What if back then..
What if...
What if...
Innumerable small choices led me onto the road I'm on now.
When I was right, when I was wrong.
I was always me.
You, him, anyone, everyone...
We're all right now.
The sad times.
The happy times.
All of them are precious memories...
So I pray..
let these forever be precious memories....
...........for you as well...
