Even If We Could Turn Back, We'd

Isn't Life Strange? There Are People Who Have So Many Leftover Clothes They Can't Stuff Them All In Their Wardrobe. And Then There Are People Like Me, Whose Socks Never Match.

The Honour Of Physical Decline Is Waiting, And You Have To Get Used To That Reality.

If You Never Noticed, It Never Happened.

Her Pupils Have Taken On A Lonely Hue, Like Grey Clouds Reflected In A Calm Lake.

Let The Wind Change Direction A Little Bit, And Their Cries Turned To Whispers.