Cold wind flew trough the bridge.
Lights.
Red.
Blue.
Red.
Blue.
Sunrise.
Nightfall.
Sunrise.
Nightfall.
Unfortunately, some people can't see it anymore.
The cycle repeats again.
Tears. Of happiness. And of pain. Sorrow.
Two people hugging each other. Two lines on a stick.
Two people dancing together. White dress and a black suit.
Two people comforting each other. One line, chair on the floor.
Two people talking to each other. Dark blood on the bridge.
Blue eyes od a newborn baby.
Red liquid of a scarlet blood.
Alive children.
Dead elders.
The cycle repeats again.
