Soon we'll just be a memory.
In fact, someone, some foolish person will probably think it's a tribute to this city, the way it keeps changing on you, the way you can never count on it, or something.
I know, because that's the sort of thing I'm always saying.
But the truth is, I'm heartbroken.
I feel as if part of me has died, and my mother has died all over again,
and no one can ever make it right.
我很喜歡的一段話，來自電子情書(you've got mail)。
The truth is, I am heartbroken.
At times like this, can you, please stay with me and assure everything'll be alright, for me?