By shades merging with darkness. By breath touching in reality. In the past, they abandoned bodies. But still alive.
Who was beloved will never set free. Behind the fragile verge, their eyes. Aspire to gaze in our souls. Through the blind facade. So look sorrow and gloom. Silent reproach wounds us. No one left in nowhere. They will respond from behind the verge.
In the night, rain's rustle. I hear their voices calling me. Soon the morning will wipe off their words. But the veil will be torn earlier. Not looking back, I'll cross the verge. Where ones forgive without tears. Towards my face is turned. Where the world has no dimensions.
So look sorrow and gloom. We will come back with visions and dreams. No one left in nowhere. We will respond from behind the verge.