When I die, put a rose on my stone. Let it be a pink rose, not red. Undefined and chaotic, like my life had been.
When I die, let my death resemble my life. Or else for what purpose would this life had been lived for?
When I die, don't cry. I would've rather you'd cried when I was alive.
When I die, don't remember me. I want to leave and never return, not even in your thoughts.
But when I am alive, find that pink rose, so that you are ready when I die.
When I die, let my death resemble my life. Or else for what purpose would this life had been lived for?
When I die, don't cry. I would've rather you'd cried when I was alive.
When I die, don't remember me. I want to leave and never return, not even in your thoughts.
But when I am alive, find that pink rose, so that you are ready when I die.
