If we don't meet upon the morrow,
Do not shed a tear for my missing soul
Do not sing a dirge, I wouldn't need the sorrow
Have a taste of my faith that I played my role.
If we don't meet upon the morrow,
May the womb I came from be blessed
But for her rules I never followed
I had to save the flowers in my tree from getting stressed.
If we don't meet upon the morrow,
My sole wish is that you wear a genuine smile,
As you look into the bitter-sweet life I borrowed
As good as Lucifer, remember me not for a little while
At least put a cross on my grave, if I don't witness tomorrow.
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