The color of flowers offered to the remains of one cruelly left behind
This moment vividly teaches that the transience playing out is painful yet also beautiful
Beyond where the torn arms pointed Beyond where the interrupted voice sounded The soul ascends; together with memories, there is a place to feel at peace
I am waiting on the other side of a transparent clock the smile of that day still on my lips
Even if the sharp second hand that never stops, playing continually tears the body to pieces you won't just disappear
Beyond where the motionless feet are leading Beyond where the unopened eyes are gazing A brilliant light; together with prayers, there is a shining place
Beyond where the torn arms pointed Beyond where the interrupted voice sounded Beyond where unhearing ears are listening Beyond where the cold breast trembles the soul ascends; together with memories, there is a place to feel at peace