"You remember being beautiful. Regrets, regrets. Did you take those fleeting glances for granted? You rolled your eyes, teenage style. You said “I don’t care for the past… but if I could go back, a teenager again. If I could go back, I’d trip over again. But where would I fall? And who would break my fall?”. And you laughed at the whole world, the beautiful and loved. But what has fate in store for you? We’re still waiting, and waiting. I remember you being beautiful. That’s all, that’s all..."