His words were simple as earth, yet full of love as flowers blooming in the spring, I won\'t let my life to hang on a string. Being alone is so exhausting, so I just keep on waiting as he is dying, while the spring is getting old , the nights are gettings warmer. We\'ll meet ourselves as the death is getting tender. It\'s getting harder to stay in this world, as to be in the beauty of eternal death. The suffer is in the end, we don\'t need to hide anymore, we don\'t need to run anymore, we can become one as our minds get darker.
The final destination is death, it\'s just like laying down in your bed. This spring seems to last forever, your need of an end is desperate and vain.
It\'s the start of the end that lasts forever.