It must have been a dream that vanished from that day. Perfectly serene, how dare we live that day. There's no way to save his face again. How long can he stray single out in space. I wonder if she'll stay or burn his remains. There's no way to save his face again and since that day, it's gone away. His wrists are blue and green. Now we know to slap his face. There's bruises on my knees, but I didn't know that I couldn't pray. There's no way to save his face again. I guess I'll just say no not again