Hey Nana, do you remember the first time we met? I beleive in things like fate. So I think it was fate.

Say, Nana... You look like stray cat, wild and proud. But I can see the wound in your heart. At the time I just thought it was cool. I never realized how hurt you were.

For us who choose our dreams over our love the only thing we can do for love is perhaps to release the lock around our necks. Through that, the pain may vanish.

Nana...how come being happy and making your dreams come true are two different things? Even now, I still don't know why.

The flow of time cleanses the past and heals the wounds in people's hearts. But there are wounds we cant speak of.

Forgetting about our mistakes and our wounds isn't enough to make them disappear.

That overflowing feeling became love. But I don't sing for Ren's sake. I sing for myself everyday.