A warm breeze's gust,
Cool crimson snow,
Both touched my body,
Someone caressed my cheek with their hand,
Someone held my hand in theirs,
A bud was fragile and broke,
A flower blossomed and withered,
Someone was waiting for me,
Someone was carefree and joyous,
Celebrations were being held somewhere,
For some, funerals were taking place,
Whether cold snow falls or warm breezes blow,
Whether waves of happiness arrive or clouds of sorrow loom,
It doesn't matter,
Time keeps moving forward, you see!
New seasons change,
Hatred grows or love blossoms,
Eyes shine or become teary,
Whether there is moonlight on my face
Or the rays of the sun
Who cares?
Not me
After all, I am not here
No feeling of pain
No feeling of happiness
No smile on my face
No sorrow
Why? Because
I am dead
What does it matter?
What difference does it make?
To me? None.
After all,
The body was dead
does it matter now?
Zee~~