Clouds leave; you leave. The only thing everyone has ever learned is to leave. Even the wind in my hair is going to leave. And I will always watch every single one of you as you leave.

Going out tonight only makes me realise, when we're older, we'll call these days The Good Times.

In this world, it's just us. You know it's not the same as it was.

A tree falls the way it leans.

These pomegranate blossoms were never meant to bear fruit. So go and run freely through the garden.

They're gonna watch me disappear into the sun.

A few faded flowers and two bracelets that no longer fit us.