Is there a destination in life?
Or is life simple pleasures,
Of falling down,
knowing someone's there to pick you up off the ground?
Maybe life is a dream,
Where you wake up in Happily-Ever-After-Land in the end?
Or maybe just to die,
knowing you've made a friend?
Well, I think I've found my reasons for life.
To make precious memories.
And just all along know,
you've made a friend to cherish them with,
Even if you died without even knowing,
That the friend was there.