What's Next?(The Untold 2)

If I'll Die

Will the world remember me?

Writes and advice are like symphony.

Soon my flesh will be gone.

This body will never see the morning sun.

Will they still say my name?

Hoping someday things can be all the same.

Die in a bed of roses

Still ponder the sweet instances.

Will my face be their scar on their mind?

See me again is so hard to find.

Death is something that I’m afraid of.

Can’t control things if they are getting off

Will people cry when I die?

Kisses and tears can’t be so much and lie.

I’ll die soon with the memories of the world.

“Enough” is not enough to describe life in a word.