• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 01

After death

There will be no light
Silence will shroud me
No birds will come to sing
On my shop's window sill
Undertaker will be busy
Gathering my remains
To bargain me with soil
But my love
You'll be there along the clothesline
Displaying my attires
You'll be blessed with buyers
But my love
Don't tell them those were mine