M O R and M O R E

When a life ends,
what's left, and what's disappeared?

To myself, memories are left, regret, happiness, and sadness.
No memories can be created, no more time can be together.

To life, souls are left, unconscious, confound, maybe there's another new life.
No more chance to go on this life.

I can do nothing for you,
I even didn't see you at the last moment.

I am stunned.

Be good in heaven.

R.I.P.