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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.