The afternoon will come when the schoolgirl is walking.
Strolling under the trees thinking of death.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
The moon had nothing to be sad about.
Yet the moonlight slept.
After loving you so much can I forget?
You said you'd come back for me, to wait and you'd show me.
I remember.
I summon up remembrance of things past.
Don't remember me.
It all matters too much, yet not enough.
The mirror is calm and reflects nothing.
I've wasted my life.
