When the life was bitter
She was sitting beside the grim reaper
When her end was near
There was nothing to fear
This could be her last lunar year
The day she might disappear
Would anyone even care
Pale face,cold feet,red dress like she was a chandelier
"I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it",said Shakespeare
A lil bit of kindness
A lil bit of apathy
A lil bit of patience
A lil bit of love
Could make her feel a lil less lonelier
A lil bit of all
A lil bit of all
But the pain of never healing wounds she could not bear
But one could feel all those emotions because one was alive
So to get rid of her fears
She was ready to disappear
As she said,"Au revoir"