• I am a mortal and a sinner,
    Seeking for something like a gold miner.
    Then, the life candle of thine slowly fades
    Its smoke will change my original facade.
    Then, one day, I will dwell with death,
    And people I love will offer a flower wreath.
    Thine soul will wander through time
    And go through a nostalgic memory of thine.
    They will utter prayers for me to be in peace,
    And prevent thine soul from being unease.
    After those people tears drop into thine grave;
    Until I can no longer hear them giving grieve,
    Thine soul will do find a path for eternal life,
    Wherein, I can meet our only Holy Light.