In life,
We often have to fight,
But sometimes it seems like we don't exist,
So we act just to be notice.
I no,
I no,
It may seem like in death,
There's no wealth.
But it is fame,
But thats the problem,
That needs a solving.
The dead singing,
Only if you saw me,
Only if you loved me,
Then maybe you would have known me.
Now we live in a time,
In our mind,
That it seems,
My death will be more important...
More important than my life.
So what is important,
My death or my life,
Because it seems people only care when your gone,
In my death I hope not to that song.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem