When our time comes, float down like autumn leaves.
Make our descents with graceful pirouttes guided by the soft winds; empty branches will leave behind reasons for the fiery red that once laid to be missed; and light that seeps through the hollow canopy shall cleanse our fallen souls.
So when our time comes, float down like autumn leaves. Wear white gowns that snowflakes weaved for us; leave no more footprints in the ground, we've trampled on their hearts enough; bittersweet when they think of us dancing above, weightless and unrestrained.