People are dying. Life is dying.
No one cried. Nobody knows how to cry.
Busy with business. Busy with business.
Whatever. Where is the pause?
It doesn't matter anyway. I don't care which way you choose.
We will all die one day. We will eventually return to the grave of death.
Nobody knows how or when. It's not just how it ends, when and when.
But let's see who's crying. But please see who was the slave of tears at that time.