Newcomers are not invited

Later, when I leave, there will be other arrivals with another sentence. Maybe they explain, all the mystery of life but not about their own. Always they said, "There are lights, but not for lighting inside."

However, because you are neighbors, you are constantly tempted to know about them. Sometimes forget, but more often you tell each other urges them. Until one day they say, "There are myths, but they are all useless tales."

The next day, startled, you see all: Scorched debris, charred bodies, flat houses. In the middle of the air, you suddenly remember the incident last night, and said, "The lights are! There is a flame on their chest! "Everyone then cried, weeping, all of a sudden.