don't ask what's the colour of death. no, it's not white. i know this man, he has lost his seven year old daughter. and he tells me, death is yellow with blue stripes. those were the colours of the little girl's bike, a memento of old he still keeps forsaken, never forgotten, somewhere in the garage.
no, you don't want to know it.
no, you don't want to know it.
[taken from here, my translation]
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