The world is one with sorrow, a hollowness is always there, no blessings may be granted and all will be put upon the stage of misery to one hand a heart and to the other a cold funeral "A thousand winters to you, may it be the foggy sunrise or the lost touch of your warmth I will be there so please answering my question who am I to you, and would you always remember me, keep me closest to your heart when I'm gone.All Rights Reserved