Everything flowed and nothing abode; everything gave a way and nothing stayed fixed in one place. All could not step twice into the same river, for other waters and yet others, went flowing on. All was the transience of Life and happiness, for the transience was but a basic reason one required to live in the moment while the moment was the primary ones; yet oftentimes, if not always, in the end… becoming the undesirable ones; because of the moment of happiness, at least one that supposed to occur right now and exist, such did not abide,
It slipped out from a dejected past and the non-existence happiness; even if such did exist, such wouldn't enough to subdue the appalling blow she just got hit with; being expressed by nothing but a widening gaze of her purplish-blue upon listening to that quite a revelation,
In short, it was despondent… for her to listen to that kind of recent tale,
"She… she was… taken… and did not make it,"
