The torture of perishing over a blight,
is a feeling of darkness in a broad daylight.
But leaving was not the dilemma,
It's the thought of crossing, leaving you in agony.
My road is almost at the death's door,
But going in could take a rest.
I’ll seat on the green grass,
Until your breath-taking arrival.
No matter how many years,
Greets hello and goodbye.
I’ll be over by the river banks
Listening to your far-off voice.
Waiting for the moment to carry on,
The story we both started.
Maybe the fates would let me,
To at least caress you before I fade.
Maybe before I close my eyes,
Crossing the river of Styx,
Death would let me stay for awhile.
To cherish the last memory of your smiles
To watch the galaxy-like orbs,
Release its beauty that I could carry with me,
Or to at least hear the music in your laugh,
the melody of my life.
Beyond the river of Styx,
I’ll be waiting for your later arrival.
I’m going to sing the harmony of our beautiful story
When the birds bestow the accompaniment.
I’m going to listen to the stories of the wind,
About how you lived your life, after me.
Beyond the river of Styx,
I’ll be waiting.