Fond memories are lingering a frolick around pretty songs made out of saccharine. It's sheer bliss, envisioning multiple months ahead dipped in blessings of affections. My dance for the longest time and this time, I'm sure that it will be a permanent stay.

Fragile is life; death is sensitive. Happiness alone is to attain nirvana. I'm not good with words and perhaps you will feel my heartfelt heaviness. I can't go on any longer without secured closure.