Rip Liu Ten, and happy birthday
Leaves from the vine.
Falling so slow.
Like fragile, tiny shells.
Drifting in the foam.
Little soldier boy, come marching home.
Brave soldier boy.
Comes marching home.
@thrawnfett, thanks i really needed to cry as soon as i woke up
“Shh, turn it up.”
I'm going to hunt down every single person that downvotes this post. Iroh deserves respect