IN THE DAY OF DEATH
You came face-to-face
Accompany the last day
Cloudy black
Engraved
Family, Treasure; I predict
They must be gone
Live charity
Alone
When the spirit is about to escape
Even the soul is free
The body is numb
Limp
Do not want your tears
Unified drizzle slicing
Sobbing complained
Poor
Run with a sincere heart
Until the time runs
We forget
Memories