Nobody's gonna love you the way I loved you.At times I couldn't stand it.I used to think of you.I'd think, "Deborah lives.She's out there. She exists."And that would get me through it all.
Old idols are overturned, and new ones are build high. The river of history ruthlessly washes up individual destinies, yet always leaving human nuggets shining behind. The hopelessness mocks any so-called mightiness, the human forgiveness carries on life.