The end

When the birds have sung their last tone. When the untold is now known. When the last petal has touched the grass. When there is nothing left like an empty glass. When there isn’t a sound not even a laughter. That’s when you know there is not a happily ever after. When it all turned out not like we guessed. When not a single heart is beating behind a persons chest. When the signs of death are suddenly among us. There is nothing left to do then to hop on the bus.