Funeral Pyre
Until yesterday, you laughed cheerfully"I'm fine," you said to meEven past the visiting hours, I wanted to be next to you"Let's do our best," I said; "Don't give up!" I said in a dispirited voice
Dawn breaks, the street is decorated with funeral flowers--I'm seeing you offYour sleeping face's reddish tinge still lingers
If I look back, It's always like you're laughing, cryingI felt like you're still hereBelieving was terrible, and I escaped the miserable truthAlthough parting with you was incessantly harsh,Everyone joins hands and bids the one who will never come home farewell
Protected by your friends and family,You turn towards the endAnd you begin to walk towardsThe new days ahead
Until you burned down to your bones, I wonder if it was hotI wonder if it was painfulBut you would surely begin to easeRising up to the sky,The white smoke of your bodyBecause it will carry you to heavenI look up at the blue sky--your memories are eternalForever I held your handIf I look backIt's always like you're laughing, crying--I felt like you were still thereI won't forget