• When I pass away
    Please do not weep over my grave
    For it will hurt me just to see
    Your beautiful eyes filled with those watery seeds
    I love you dearly that I do
    I would never let go of you
    Promise me that one little thing
    Do not weep over my grave
    Just remember that I will become every breeze
    That I will be every colorful tree
    I would rather see you smile above my grave
    And know I did my job in your life just right
    For every tear you let drop down on the grass
    Is a stabbing knife driving into my heart
    Breaking it into tiny pieces like a bit of glass broken into a million shards