When the leaves fall off the trees,
I often wonder how pearls would shine in the seas,
I would like to feel my sigh,
And do so many things before I were to die.
I would want to say a few more lies,
And still have my mom's delicious pies,
Console my friends when they cry,
And do so many things before I were to die.
I don’t fear the end,
Its just I hate these kind of bends,
With nowhere to go, I feel alone
But ….. I want to do so many things before I were to die.
I wanted to do so much,
I had everything but time,
My life was on a high,
But could I had done some more things before I were to die?
As I open my eyes, I see the snow fall,
The winter has come, and I have God’s call,
As I think what more I wanted to do,
I take a sigh before I were to die.
