The Night Star covered in Fog.

And so I smiled, and reflected upon my old age.
So young, so young!
I have never been good reflecting about the quality of beer. I drink it, and I enjoy it.
And as I drown in my sweet beer, I feel life.
It is made out of barley, life.
Did you knew that?
I didn't.
All I ever known is that four carriers were lost, and with them, I too sank.
But I will not sink, for they must live.
They must live.
I must live, for my youth is old.
I do not have much time, anymore.
I wonder, when I sink, will the carriers sink with me?