Darling ghost, tomorrow will come again. Loved one will stay till the death and lonely creatures will hum a song. When your garden has too many flower, I fear you will neglect some of them. Thus, my garden has few flowers and hardly allow any bugs to crawl in. There are some beautiful insect knocking on my gates; should I let them in? As expected, am I too irredeemable?
Your irredeemable soul.