english,
Literary: Young Generals
My
beloved Mr.
Mayfly,
Old
friend, take care of my gun. Fire at will should times go wrong because I won’t
be there anymore to hold your hand.
We
are young generals but we are old enough to face the cold East Wind, but it
does not matter; what matters is that we are marching in blue skies.
Sometimes
we’re in grey skies with blood running rivulets down our faces.
I
know that a time will come when I’ll forget about the wrong I’ve done. So I
wish that your tears will light up my way.
An
enchanting set of eyes cry crystal breadcrumbs home, should I go astray and
thoughtless go about my day.
War
will soon befall our land.
The
gun, I hope has served you well.
I
am sorry I could not defend our land enough but I am sorry that I could not
defend you and our unborn child. It is my utmost regret that we could never
have a family or grow old together, because I know you would have been the most
amazing father.
Love,
Mrs. Mayfly
Mrs. Mayfly
P.S.
This
letter is only to be sent only if in case I die along with my latest will and
statement.
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