Can you see it? The traces of tears behind her smiles, Like a beautiful flower that dies.
Can you hear it? There's like a sound of a glass that’s breaking, And like a loud cry from the mountains and it’s echoing.
Can you smell it? The steel blade that pierced through her, As it both smelled of iron and the blood that poured.
Can you taste it? The bittersweet life she received, A life she would rather die than live.
Can you feel it? The pain that gathered in her chest, A wound that no one can ever mend.
She felt so tired and alone, so she looked for death, and ended everything on her own.