Few Words At The Funeral (Episode 3) Poem by Sukhee Bukhbat

Dear my friend, you were a good policeman.
But the world is not perfect enough.
Tear my soul, I wish I could bring you back.
But the world is not perfect enough.

Don’t you worry about your family.
We will take care of them.
Don’t you disturb your mind for the family.
We all will be your kid’s dad.

Get rest, my friend.
We won’t forget you.
Stay in peace, my friend.
We will keep in mind.

Last thing we can do is salute, but not saying goodbye.
Last thing we can promise is now your family is our family.
Some day we might be there, so expect us there.
But not yet, not yet until time is right.

Good morning my friend,
Good mourning my friend.