Forlorn,

The day is. 

Whence came all the cypress whistling into the chilly evening air, 

Together with death creeping through the pore of their skin—

Ceasing their breath,

For it has fated by the God. 

Immortal we are not,

Powerful we are never,

Hence, stop grieving. 

Start living. 

Pull it all together and dance to the move of cypress you should not. 

Breathe—

In and out. 

When the fights are over,

To the death should you afraid never. 

—Jane l 

p/s: well well, I changed my username from 94sekai88 to cypressky ♡♡