It's the morning of her mourning
She had emaciated
Her eyes swollen like an owls'
Her heart now bitter
At every glance I feel her pain
Her steps are full of pain
She was once happy
Full of life,
But her hero was taken from her
Leaving her with the little him
I wonder her life if there was ,
No little him
Also see: Your hero, The hero , Her hero ,Heroes
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