In the room full of individuals for whom I hold feelings of resentment about,
Who might be the first I would converse with, when I am about to bite the dust?

For one more time, he decided to give away smoking.
And then, she happened one more time in his head.

All she captures is a moment and what she calls it is a memory,
Sometimes, it is assumptions that we use; all we need is a theory,
Because you don’t know what is there in the future,
And all you need is a vision to make a perfect picture.
I feel that I have known you for a century,
And whatever she calls is a memory.

Love is stronger than death even though it can't stop death from happening, but no matter how hard death tries it can't separate people from love. It can't take away our memories either. In the end, life is stronger than death.

If life must not be taken too seriously, then so neither must death.

Death has a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one