Wishing to live a long life along,
Someday I just wish to die sooner
Shall I be carried on four shoulders
Escaping the pyre engraved under a boulder
A day comes when the talk's untold
No one's left, no familiar waits no more
Might a thought of me cross your head
Might you come to embrace my grave
For long hours there my soul resides
Listening to the stories going on beside
Might a drop of pearl fall from those eyes on low
Might my grave nourish, though the soul turns sour
Hope the nature favours me some,
Perhaps I feast your eyes with a lone sunflower
Nor do I turn myself to cherish the sun arose
Neither could present you a bouquet I suppose
Might the distance I wish drag you towards me
Might it bring you close
And then shall the grave of mine confess you the love,
I ever held for you with a sunflower but not a rose
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 4:32 AM UTC
Wishing to live a long life along,
Someday I just wish to die sooner
Shall I be carried on four shoulders
Escaping the pyre engraved under a boulder
A day comes when the talk's untold
No one's left, no familiar waits no more
Might a thought of me cross your head
Might you come to embrace my grave
For long hours there my soul resides
Listening to the stories going on beside
Might a drop of pearl fall from those eyes on low
Might my grave nourish, though the soul turns sour
Hope the nature favours me some,
Perhaps I feast your eyes with a lone sunflower
Nor do I turn myself to cherish the sun arose
Neither could present you a bouquet I suppose
Might the distance I wish drag you towards me
Might it bring you close
And then shall the grave of mine confess you the love,
I ever held for you with a sunflower but not a rose
