As she layed on the green carpet of the nature, her eyes, it held moist and pain. Looking forward towards the other who's laying in the same condition with the only difference, his heart, it had lost it's wramth and care.

She looked deep, longing towards the closed eyelids of her lover, who oh, so graciously looked handsome even while sleeping an eternal sleep.

She knew her love was beautiful, pretty like no one else. Like the only moon flower created in her garden. And yet she's now...