In the silent cemetery, Thales was silent, with tears on his face.
Your simple tombstone is like the indifferent smile on your face when you were born.
This is a drawing of your own with just a few strokes, Sir William.
You love Thales so deeply, admire his talent, and take care of him when you travel. You don't say a word, but you can't hide what you write in your eyes, those who are reluctant. You just smiled lightly and said, I love you, love you.
Thinking of the day you slept next to Thales, peacefully like a child. Where do you know, it's a goodbye.
Although you can't treat your wife with lover's love, you should still treat her very well, or why would she cry while holding the wooden box you just left behind, and why would you cry while holding you despite the danger of infectious diseases. "My poor, lovely baby", she puts her necklace in your palm, no matter where she is, she loves you like family. In the end, she also lay beside you.
"He was a good and respectable man." Everyone says so. This is your best epitaph.
And Henry VIII, also in the song Thales sang for you, shed tears.
Let us sing a requiem, this is a tribute to you, in the stormy Tudor dynasty, those beautiful qualities you retained are still full of hope.
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