Mekanisma.

"We always forget memory that we want to remember, but we always remember the memory we want to forget."

There is no everlasting memories, only memories that us will remember for a long time, or a short time.

Choice is the only weapon we have, to battle through this, apparently simple life. Wrong weapon, you're dead meat.

Given chance to go back time, I will, make the trip to the past. But I won't, ever, gonna change anything, even the smallest thing. No matter how silly, funny, ugly, horrid my past are, at the end of the day, when I think about it, it is still beautiful.

Although, there's one battle, I've lost terribly. Wrong choice, and the sudden end to a beautiful moment.

The choice will be there again; my belief, or the my feeling of sadness, and guilty, lonely. love.