There is no logic in rubbing onion to your eyes.
I am sorry to bring the news of demise to your most precious asset - the ability to sing.
The world will never hear it, ever.
People will miss it.
The icon on the earth is forever gone.
Just take it that it has gone on a holiday.
Into a journey that is eternal.
Where the blackhole sucks.
Of the innocent tune.
Struck by the time of arrow.
