When I am gone: Will I be down patted? Or will I not? When I am gone: I don't want my dearests To sing sad songs I don't want them to put The garlands. I want them to be unable to summon up the bitter I spoke. Please forget the times of grudge. But remember that of in-joke. Don't cry for it isn't the final goodbye. Don't remember me forever. But even for a moment. I want to be dredged up as unleashed as wind. As true as a kid. When we come to this world, We are as lonely as a cloud. When we go from this world We are as lonely as a cloud. And in between: 'All the world's a stage. And all men and women merely players. They have their exits and entrances.' Hence, my dearests: This isn't the final goodbye. So, don't cry. We'll meet when you too Will come to your final home. Where you'll freely fly