Memento

The keepsakes of my memories are everywhere. The train station, the car, the bedroom, the hall, the backstage...

The keepsakes of my memories are everything. The smell in a car, the touch of a finger, the ray on my skin, the smile on my face...

Sweet or bitter, saddening or angering, I wouldn't trade them for the world.

I remember all of you. Your footsteps in my life are my mementos.

I remember.