The EXILEMine was not a well-timed death. Nobody has heard. Aside them, it was only a whisper for me which I hardly hear. A weak whisper of leaves, and a crackle of a branch of a tree. I can' t remember more. I was hiding my death even from me. Because if I learned that, all my mental world would be collapsed quickly. Nobody came to my grave. Even I have no gravestone, they have kept it away from me. Only wild bushes there, surrounding me on that betraying lands. Only the dogs of cemetery has watered my grave, but only in the circumstances of being three legged.The EXILE
My love was on other men's laps,now. She has forgotten
