Her soulless eyes look down on him who weeps.
She reaches out to touch his tear-stained cheek.
The old man is standing lonesome.
He wishes not to shed tears for the woman who left too soon.
But the waterfall of tears is inevitable under the shadow of the moon.
The present is agony for both lovers.
Yet they still manage to recover.
Time and time again.
The clock strikes twelve.
The man begins to hear the procession coming from a distance.
Today is the day the people delve into the dead.
Today is the Day of the Dead.
Today we honor those have bled.
Today we tell our fallen everything that was left unsaid.
The old man is standing lonesome.
His tears are endless for the woman who said goodbye.
He cries out one last time, asking why.
Her soulless eyes look down on him who weeps.
She reaches out from up high.
He is filled with her love down deep.
