Cold skin and no heartbeat heard under the weight of images you've made up yourself. The heat of your blood won't melt it, the ice won't melt. This is not the end of the day or the week, you can't wake up and start all over again. You can't fix something you can never get back. All these people are standing here just for you, their black hats, black clothes, black shoes tell of the sorrow for the long lost days. All of them will be in your shoes soon. The past, they're all looking into the past, remembering how great everything was. One blink, and in one second everything you lived for broke off. Everyone gathered to say goodbye to everything that doesn't make any sense. The only eternal thing uniting us is death.