Elvis is playing, and I long for a love that was never even mine.
"I'll remember you Long after this endless summer has gone" oh how I left my heart in Japan; it bothers me a little. How can one fall so in love, in such a short time? After such a journey, I wonder—can I ever fall in love again? this love, it only taunts me, too far away to actually ever bloom. I must keep it in my heart, let it rip me apart until it's gone.