If I Must Die Someday Then
I'll love to breathe my last having you in my eyes,
My weak-wrinkled face would craved for your eyes,
And believe me not because I ask but because I don't tell any lies.

If I must die someday then
I'll love to hold on to your hands until the end,
My fading-dimming eyesight will seek your eyes in the end,
And believe me not because I love you but because you do too.

If I must die someday then
I'll love to collapse in your embrace at that time,
My feeble-waning breath shall halt with your tears dropping in the end,
And believe me not because I am good but because you love me, I will wait for you in heaven.