The attachment of the Kingdom of Heaven, your mischievousness is like the clarity of existence that never fades. Your naughty laughter echoing in the air has become a fading memory. Your mischief gave me headaches, but now it has become something I can let go of. Eleven years, your life had just begun and was permanently ended. Cold-blooded criminals ruthlessly took you away, leaving behind sorrow that I carry with me always. 11-year-old soul, in heaven, do you still laugh? In heaven, do you also make angels love and hate you? In heaven, you must be the most lovely one. The teacher will use tears to wash away the scars on your body. With devout prayer, for your soul's early return. Truly praying, Abercrombie Brussel, we await your next arrival. Hoping in the next life, when flowers bloom, you can live life to its fullest. Wing DA, may your soul hope for the next life.