Again, this is the translated version, mistakes in grammar etc. possible. If I find one, I will correct it!
Death means tears. Death means grief. Death means sorrow.
"They are dead."
I can hear me talk. "What?" I ask.
They are dead. That's what flashes through my mind.
But where are the tears? Where is the grief? Where is the sorrow?
They are dead.
I can hear my heart pounding.
I can see the door closing.
I can smell the flowers.
But what do I feel?
They are dead.
I feel tired. No tears. No grief. No sorrow. Just tiredness.
They are dead.
My mind understands, but my heart doesn't.
Blessed the time till it does.