It was cold. 

The weather wasn't cold. 

The sun was out. 

It was truly a perfect day. 

Breezy and windy it was after. 

As I lay remembered.

How cold she was. 

How beautifully dressed she was.

Skin white and pale like a snowflake. 

Songs screeching and people crying. 

It was a truly beautiful day for people who weren't there.

But a perfect day doesn't exist without pain. 

Pain of a missing. 

Missing and woe. 

A truly beautiful day with black and yellow. 

As the sun hit the wooden bed. 

Watching out and tiptoeing soldiers and death. 

Oh woe!

Oh woe!

I will never forget !

Click clack, the soldiers in a row. 

Going on a death march... to the grave. 

Where the beautiful lays and is in eternal sleep. 

Oh woe ! My beautiful friend.