I asked him if we forget each other tomorrow, would we still return to yesterday? Could we still fall for each other again?
He tells me about the winds blowingin autumn which,no matter how much tired his mind is,reminds him of me. He tells me about the change in colours in his life when he held my hand for the first time....and he says if we forget each other, one of us would always bring us back. Sometimes you sometimes me. And we'll start it all over again.