Something brings me back to you,
to the kisses I never shared

to the moments I couldn’t bear

to the smiles that made me stare

I wish we were young again,
I wish we could move back.

The wind is blowing hard,
and this night makes me remember.

‘cause we were one forever,
and we kept ourselves aside.

Is this wind blowing forever?
Will it stop blowing someday..?

It’s amazing how our memory
can keep us safe from vanishing away...

So maybe that’s what life is, after all,

a rolling memory of our lovely moments.

I hope that’s the same definition, for you and me.

That is, if you keep being You and I keep being Me.