I laugh at you when you shoot me, since
You also need to meet the same fate, hence
Living more days doesn't make sense
And it does mean to what you hold for world
I know one day every one has to die and
I thank you for not making waiting time high
Sometimes we may meet again in the heaven
Oh! dear! again to shoot me, you wouldn't have any gun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem