It ends with laughter

Later years give hallow thoughts.

She'll know the moment in yestersecond, savoring the feeling of unbridled emotions. They are there, turmoiling fast into hastefully wasted time.

"Too," he may say he would want that too.
"I heard a sound it came from you."

Gasping and crying, the sounds of dying, we all gave in to death.

Naught the frown to scowling haughtfulness, it's deciduous leaves of falling. Colourful people remember.

It ends with laughter.