When the stars align

I'm lying on the fresh garden and I close my eyes, I look numbess now, the little leaves itch my feet.
The life dipping out me, one, two, three times, I'm tired, I have a wound in my heart , I think I die.
I affered to the life but the death call me, Why I? Why would I die or live?, I need I think, maybe you look at me taking, my last breath.
Oh life, I try, really I try, I attempt a smile, I need from the beggining, never cross my mind.