what would you do when everybody you love are dead at the same time? what would be remain of you? would you still have the will to live? 
 and what would you do to deliver a kiss to a boy who once catch a book for you in the Decemberish river, whose hair will forever be the color of lemon, and now no longer breathing? his lips taste like regret, yet it still sweet. 
 and what would you tell death, when he picked you up, and took you for a stroll by the side of a river. giving you a book, and told you that he read it couples of times. he followed your life story, and by that he learned that human could be glorious. 
 and now it's your time to meet again with your silver eyed Papa, and his breath of accordion. and don't forget of your short wardrobe body Mama, saumench. and here's your Jew, with his feather like hair, your handover man. and there he was, the boy with the lemon color hair. time to go shopping, saukerl. 
 it's time to be together once again. like the first time you meet all of them on a street named Haven.