I've worked tirelessly for so long... I was the last to stay and try to hold on to anything... Dear Grandfather, I was a fool. I can't save the home you once built by hand... Fumes from the river make the stone brittle... my bones decay. A deep sorrow has crept inside me... It's attached to my spine, convulsing in my ribcage... I must sit... rest... only a moment of respite.