Life

What a beautiful thing

That I got to meet you

Life

What a pitiful thing

That I got to loose you

Life, I hate you

<Breathe>

Life, I love you

What is your name?

Death.

What do you want?

Your friends

                …Ironic, isn’t it? Some are gone, and some go on. Some laugh until they cry, some cry until they die. But in it there is hidden beauty. The shortness of life. The seconds I spent, hearing your voice, hearing your stories, hearing you cry. Hearing you laugh. It was painful. All of it. But I would never trade any second. As long as it is right by your side.