He wore a black suit and tie, even though the sun was unbearable that day. You getting old. Someday soon now, you going to die. Lena's face settled into a playful smile again. She looked into the hills.
Ever thing dies.
Shouldn't come as no surprise. As she talked, a mosquito landed on her wrist. She slapped it. One day, you walking round and round. Next day you dead like this one here.