The End . . . who knows?
Through their minds, so young they were in trying to live in through life, coming to ending that never fails to be forgotten. Fates that end out of bitterness, pain, and just a sad sake of living. Even if there just small amount of children here, that never really gotten through it all, there are many out there who are easily enough to suffer. If there are more, they'll come, who knows of when and where they will take place. Yet, in for how an death ending comes, never they'll be sweetly. For these ones, mean nothing in the future, who knows. For now, it is the end. Rest well youth, life is short, make something worth it.