Our grandparents deserve living forever
Forever without tasting death
Death leaves voids in our hearts
Voids filled with pain that doesn’t heal
Pain that bleeds blood whenever it wants
The old women in grey hair
Deserve living forever
Their hands raised our parents
They even raised us
Those old hands are precious!
The old men in grey hair
Deserve living forever
Their hands raised our parents
They even raised us
Those old hands are gold!
Why can’t those precious, gold hands live forever?