I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Goodbye, old friend
I’ll move on
You’ll call it fate, I’ll call it karma
We had our time, it was fun while it lasted
I’ll look back with honor and no regrets
I won’t be mad, won’t feel bad
These memories will never leave me
Don’t be sad cause life goes on, life goes on
It’s getting too late
Tomorrow is here.