synopsis
The lack of perpetuity is stifling. We know goodbye is inevitable, yet we give ourselves wholeheartedly, breaking as the fleeting pass us by. In the end, we are only left with memories that can disappear at any second, memories that can be forgotten and stolen by time, yet we treasure them with our futile efforts. We cannot return to the past nor can our lives return to the state before, yet we choose the memories, the eventual end, and heartbreak.
What was will only be memories, what was will be remembered as the things of before.
