The seventeenth. November. Night. A moment.
The moment that they only have to live.
There's no escape. That's all. The end is here.
You're in an airplane, you're falling. Please, forgive.
Dad. Sister. Boyfriend. Mother. Uncle. Child.
Who knows, what all you meant before for us...
How many children were there? Only one?
One small bird... Hasn't flown even once.
So, how to live? To love? Forget? How can we?!
How can we cure this injury in heart?
I don't know, who. Or what. It took you from me.
Who are the judges? Who has done all that?
Don't know. November. Nightmare. Night. A moment.
I'm in an airplane... Don't know what all it means.
The falling. Coldness. Dark. The end is here.
You will not cry, I know. Or so just seems.