Such lovely roses one by one burst out of the melting snow. There's a new day filled with the radiant sun. Tears glide down your face, staring at the dead body beside you as you awake from your bed. The body decays, and memories disapear one by one. Only leaving the memoirs of our first kiss  under the the great tree, pink and white petals fall and dance in the breaze. The death of your beloved shows the harsh reality and you realize love, whether you have it or not, will end in pain. But hey, don't cry, wipe away the tears...the sorrow filled tears...smile, for you'll forget the pain tomorrow. Move on and don't despair, revive the colors from the hues of gray. The dying light flickers and shines a path for you through the darkness. The hands of despair cannot reach you from the darkness as you follow your path. Such irony on this beautiful day...the beauty of a tragic death.