"We do not know what happened to the people, they are always changing. Even special persons that we thought to be the same they just changed. Just only memories stay the same. Those memories we left behind. And it would be precious if those memories was the real and true, not just a fake not know what happened to the people, they are always changing. Even special persons that we thought to be the same they just changed. Just only memories stay the same. Those memories we left behind. And it would be precious if those memories was the real and true, not just a fake."

It's the last message from someone I knew, but this person had just had this terrible accident and died accidentally.
Such a nice words, I think, and I want it to tell it to you, yes, you who just read the paragraphs.
For me, I still can't write such good words; no words come out from my mind...