Simone stares wishfully at the trees towering high above her head. The crunch of leaves and the sweet scent of grass reminds her of that day, which is by now long past, with her high school sweetheart. The day he told her that he loved her, and that they would probably never see each other again.

She tries to remember those words that have forever turned her heart to stone, but the memories of her youth have run together and are now quite blurred. So there she ponders at the ripe old age of seventy trying to recall those words that are the roots of her hearts misfortune, her lost memories.