It is the day I die.

All the people walking down that road, cannot differ which is better than which. They just stare at each other, smile with no feeling of deceit.
All the people waking up in that morning, cannot alter the fact that a bird is flying with his destiny is untold.
All the people just don't know how the moon whispered death wish to the star, that the star could accompany him to the journey of the otherside.
The second time I saw my mother, holding my hand, to take me away, realizing that, the woman will drag me away from nothing.
It is the day I die, and I will not tell you.