I was five years old when this came out. It was the first time I cried while listening to music. It was new to me, I didn't understand what was happening, nor what I was crying to. Over time I realised that was the first time I experienced art. Today I listened to it again to remember her –and perhaps also to remember him– and I could flash back in time and empathise with all the people, the things and the beauty involved in that work of art.