I can't put out your fire because everywhere I turn, there's a memory to burn.

"I still see your smile, and it haunts me every mile along this winding road that I walk alone. They say that time will ease the pain, but in my heart, a bitter rain still lingers on. How could I have been so wrong?"

"I keep you in a flower vase with your fatalism and your crooked face, with the daisies and the violet brocades. And I keep me in a vacant lot in the ivy and forget-me-nots, hoping you will come and untangle me one of these days...."