A black-hooded person,
Standing next to the maple tree,
Holding the scythe in his hand,
Slowly approaching to me.

Tears fall to the ground,
Hoping for some peace.
He comes and sits next to me,
Asking, "What happened? Are you hurt?"
I say, "Yes. Help me, please."

Wearing a smile, I tell him the story
Of a girl who is tired of this life.
That girl is in front of you.
Can you take her to the afterlife?

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