There are not many words that can be said for a name, the time that has passed cannot be turned back. Maybe if there was a time machine, it would be put to good use.
But God is never wrong with his destiny, the time that comes must come and the time that returns must return, time can never answer what will happen if it is not the incident itself.
Now I want to regret it's too late if something that needs to be said can't be conveyed.
And in the end, it all ended up on the ornate ground, all escorted in black clothes.
A gloomy and dark atmosphere adorns every face that comes, sobs that can't stop because the loved one has gone.
If indeed the time will change then those who leave will come back
One by one they come forward to express the impression they get while getting to know the person they love.
