Stop thinking about you, stop loving you, let the time fly away quietly, erase our memories. Your name is no longer remembered now.
If we get thrown out of a window on the top floor of a skyscraper, we expect to hurtle to the ground, no matter how much we would rather fly away and land safely elsewhere.
The only outcome is that the closer the love is to you, the farther away it will be, and finally it will only shatter your dreams and let the past promises fly away in the wind.
