I once asked, "do the birds still sing in hell?". But in the land of the dead, everyone knows the song of cranes. "We survive time". Well at least, I survived. Fell down seven times. Got up eight again. With soil under my nails. We'll melt again. I will eat the sun so I can't see my scars again.
So I can't see them again. Our blood will dry some day. But our bones won't break. Through ages we survive time. We'll melt again and the wind will mend us anew.