The words just seem endless
Therefore, people thought it is infinite
And so did I.
But now the words over.
The voices turn silent.
It has been so many and
Then no more.
Like someone turned off the sun
After a long time it been turn on.
Like the ocean only seems bottomless,
The sky only appears endless,
But all of a sudden, people realized it's not.
That's call an end,
A last, and then never again.
That's, my friends, what mortality meant.
Not a number.
Not a ratio.
But death, an end after a long journey.
And then never again be seen.
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