Looks ... who say it is not anymore.
Feelings ... are difficult to be described.
Moments ... in which the grief is the worst.
Moments ... us to come back to you remember.
Thoughts ... no longer know where to.
Mourning ... very deep in us is sitting.
Farewell ... the heavier than anything else.
Knowledge ... it is over and will never come again.
Death ... the beginning of the end.
A single tear from my eye is looking his way,
it drips into a lake from already cried tears.
Another tear,
flowing behind him,
they drip on a picture of yourself.
The world blurred before my eyes,
more and more tears pour down my cheeks,
destroy the image.
But not the picture in my heart,
I will never lose that image,
The image of a warm, loving, young people
Of this life far too early to be terminated has seen.
The tears, the pain of
Rinse the fear in my soul.
You simply swimming away the grief.
Survivors pure emptiness.
In accordance with the time elapsed
Perhaps happiness can grow again.
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