Friendship is like the relationship between the hand and the eyes.
When the hand hurts, the eyes start to cry.
When the eyes start to cry, the hand wipes them dry.

The only real danger is an illusion...

Knowledge of the past is the key to the future...

Can no one see the pain in me,
This rainstorm in my heart,
I've already fallen apart...

A tear crawls across my face,
Rolls down my cheek,
and disappears into the rain...

Everyday I wish you were here with me.
It hurts that you can't be.
If I could turn back the hands of time, You'll still be mine, Everyday I wish I could've known you better, so I cherish the time we had together, instead of thinking of you been gone, I'm here all alone.