Question mark.

Death would be proud

If we could just kill the sun

Dry your tears with smiles.

Run away from the pain and the blood

Look at the sky

And tell me what you see:

Is there a bird?

Or is it just a cloud?

Is the sky red?

Black, white, yellow?

Or baby blue like in those movies?

Are we rabbit and wolf?

Or just not friends

All the answers have come to me:

My ending day has come.