Jiro:You my dear, should get some sleep. Nahoko:Don't let go. No, I won't let go. Jiro:I need a cigarette. Can I let go for a minute? Nahoko:No, smoke here. Jiro:It's not good for you. Nahoko:I don't care.

I wish I could put all my sorrows in a box and lock the door forever

در آخر چه می‌ماند؟ شاید یک عکس که در آن می‌خندیم.

کلمات برای توصیف دردهایِمان کم است،بسیار کم.