I don't feel what you people call guilt or remorse. I always do what I have to do, what I can do. I have no anger and no secrets, yet no one knows a thing about me. And if I must die, I will use my last breaths to sing my most beloved songs.
No one notices I'm a wanderer until I leave. And they always remember me... I don't mind being an old and dusty memory, as long as it meant something more.
And I remember all of them too.