It was a bright day. On your peaceful face I layed a chain of white flowers. Beautiful things are sometimes sad things. I sense the farewell that has been long coming. I break out of the black line and look upwards, thinking of the sky I once saw.

How far away will you go? Is it so far away that you can never come back? I want to see you but I can't; at least you could tell me. I won't forget any of the final tears you gave me.