Please don't jingle, little bell
Don't make a ring
I don't want to end
The joy you bring
Just remembering the memories
Make my heart ache
But I know one day
It is you that God will take
I never thought
You had to go soon
We'll spend your remaining hours
Even up until noon
But when I saw how
Your body stopped moving
A part of my heart
Have stopped pounding
I hope you have a safe trip
Taking the midnight train
Because it hurts me so much
To see you in pain
It was too late
I heard the ring of the bell
So long, my dear
I bid you farewell
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Fall
PoetryAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
