He could still remember, that final time when Sara was rejected by him. With a wounded heart and broken spirit, in a distracted state of restlessness, there was an attack on her way back home, and the young woman finally passed away like a diminishing fragrance.
When he received the news and had immediately rushed over, he was still a single step too late at the very end.
At the moment before her death, that woman had gently laid in his arms. She had said to him, “john, should there be another life…… should I meet you once more, I hope that you will carefully…… take a look at me. I look nicer than a Pen!”
“John, to be able to die in your arms, I am very satisfied……” Those were the last words of Sara……,
you were not satisfied. You had regrets. Otherwise, why would you have tears at the corners of your eyes? On the gentle face of the girl who had already taken her last breath, two clear droplets of tears suddenly dropped…… She had forcibly pretended to put on a smile on her deathbed, afraid that he would be hurt……
Two droplets of clear tears, had instead at that very moment smashed and shattered his heart! From then on, his heart would be covered in dust!
But, now when his death is a few steps ahead, holding a pen in his hand the only words that are in his mind are:--
“A lifetime is not a gentle word,
words are a lifetime of bitterness;
I will write for you in next lifetime,
bitter or not I will write a next lifetime!”....
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