Gardens of flowers on our beds of tears,
Gently, a drawing without drama.
Ballet of color, iridescent hues.
In each petal, a dream set free.
A minute of a masterpiece, it's impossible not to shed tears.
"We could never tell if you were my brother or my father. But to me you were both. The best brother and father I've ever had."
"Thanks for being my family"
"See you... in the next life."