“What is death?” asked the little angel
“What’s death?”
He asked the question
I said: It’s not living anymore
He asked: “What is living?”
I said its adoration
He asked: “what is adoration?”
I said: Without adoration, it means death
And then he asked me again
“What is death?”
But I had no answer for the little angel who wanted to know why humans are living and then I died.