Life is a beating of our hearts.
Death is flashes of dazzling lights.
The life after death doesn't exist
This true knew even invisible Christ.
Stars above heads are the last shine of eyes.
Rays of the Sun are last farewell smiles.
A whisper of wind is a whisper of sorrow,
Between of the end and of future tomorrow.
The Moon is a visage of all those gone.
The day and the night like symbols of done.
Beating of hearts
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