When dawn comes, that memory gradually distances...Tonight, I will bring it to sleep with me, so that will not be taken away by the waves of the night.

Even if you fall on the runway, I wouldn't blame you. It would mean that we made a mistake in choosing you.

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.

You were a stray cat, strutting so free and full of pride. But I could see your open wound. And without really thinking I just chalked it up to another cool thing about you. I never realized how much you hurt.

The dreams we are chasing and the reality that is chasing us are always parallel; they never meet.

I want to protect my own happiness. I'm not an angel. I'm just a normal girl.

But I wonder if there is a place I fit in?