The magical instrument is play on a dead fogy day as the coffin is fill with my mortal friend that have live pass many level, but now game over for this mortal.
Shed my tears as I say Farewell to my great friend that is going to leave forever.
Down on the ground my soul is singing poetry to my best friend as my friend rest in an empty box full of nothing to remember me by.
Leave the past now as you move on remember me my friend so hard like love of pain, but the answer is to forget me.
No matter where you are ease, your sad time like when we both had lost the candle of faith.
Someday if this world is not to end, I will leave everything behind as if you who had enter the empty box of no light.
Now you have fallen down like a rusty sword that seeks not to demolish anything in your life, as now on I know you will rest in peace.
Not even, you seek your own body now like a blade that does not mind to live in a sword’s case.
Farewell is to move on like the wind that cries as the lonely spirits seek an immortal body not knowing to let go of the past.
So sad is the crescent moon that is as sharp as a rusty blade that thankfully helps make the foe rest in peace like the calm river.
Death is not dead, but it’s to leave and enter the empty box that reminds you of nothing in a light that had faded. With your shadow as your soul recover to forgot this painful life.
Someday from your grave, you will be wiser than a living man as you the immortal who knows how to forget all that had trouble your empty heart.
