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Yesterday they were with us

Laughing and breathing live others

Now their dead bodies lie

In silence...

Eyeless...

Joyless...

Sculptor's carving the stone

To tribute them forever and their thoughts

He carves the monument of living memories

Where are they now

This terrible silence

Where are they?

Now I see thei future

Even if I see through the fog

I now it makes them existing, living

Trapped in my memories

Oh I wish I could grab their hands

To see the smile

To hear the voice