Don't come to my deathbed crying.
For you may make mellow,
My merry full moment.
I plan to leave before I'm dead.
Long you may remember
The flowers I arranged.
Lilies, tulips roses and daisies.
Their next morning,
neither fresh, nor fragrant
Are buried in the dustbin.
Live my memories like
We have ever lived, together.
Like your teeth
On my naughty shoulder,
Like your teasing fingernails
On my eager navel,
Like the fragrance
You left on my chest
After every lusty embrace -
My memories of life.
Don't go to my deathbed crying.
And if I am there at yours,
I won't too,
Because I plan to leave
before I am dead.
