I want to be sad in a beautiful city.
Why? Because sad memories last forever,
So if I’m reminded of that day…
I want to savour all I could see around me.
I want to remember the cute little cafés
That surrounded me,
And the croissant given to me
To help me get through the day.
Or the comfortable silence
That enclosed around me.
I want to remember the ancient architecture
That blessed the city,
And the streets that were made of stone,
As I stood unfazed on the empty roads.
I want to remember these irrelevant things
On that sad day.