When I die,
there may not be a reason why.
All I know is that everything that was hidden in side,
Will start to show on the other side.
My body might decompose and such,
but I know my soul will blossom,
and thus create a whole new me,
something no one else has seen.
When I die,
There may not be a reason why.
But in your heart there will be a memorie,
so when I die promise you will keep me alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem