All that she means…
And even if the following words run badly from my hands,
Inside of the heart of all those who ever heard Sorting Hat’s song,
This will be another great love poem.
Cause we know: that every single chapter read,
Every wait for a letter that would never come,
Every night spent awake,
Every dream of flying,
Every single tear,
Were worth and will become more than regards in the memory,
Will remain alive in our souls while we have force enough to breath.