I find myself thinking of death.
Of my inevitable but hopefully not-so-soon goodbye.
And I dream that it's bittersweet.
For while I'll leave a hole in their hearts...
I pray that it will be rather warm than hollow.
I wish that they will know
that I lived for them
as much as for myself.
And while farewell seems faraway...
I'll go on living
knowing that such a day will come for me.