there's no sunshine,
this impossible year
only black days
and sky grey
and clouds full of fear
/ impossible year - panic! at the disco

while many people are wailing and crying in their homes, bellona blade is special. she sits in the park, dressed in a prim pencil dress, as the december wind stings her face. she is happy. this was a good year for her. bellona smiles and thinks about the good things that happened this year. she relives the booming business and the time spent with friends. she recalls the hobbies and the happiness. she thinks about the fortune yet to come.

yes, twenty-sixteen was a beautiful year for War.