Will you remember me when we are gone?

at the end of the song, she looked back and ask me:

will you remember me when we are gone?

when we are gone?

i asked her

would it still matter after we are gone?

she continued to play on the grand piano in the shopping mall

the crowd around us watched on

as beautiful notes, one after another

sprinkle down from her fingertips

in the white dress she looked tall and lean

merging with her music, she played vibrantly

in theory

at least one audience in the room should remember her