If I would ask one thing from you, what will that be? If I would give one thing to you, would that be something I’ve lost long ago?

I want to climb over this mountain and dive into the deepest sea. I can see the dead body walking down the street with the red rose on his hand.

There’s only 50 cent in my pocket I can’t buy you a coffin. I looked down and saw the rot, the beginning of everything.