If tomorrow starts without me,
and if my body is not here to be touched by you,
if the sound of my words refuse to come out to reach your ears,
if my eyes refuse to look deep into your eyes,
if my hands refuse to fill the void between your fingers,
do not worry then,
For I will be always here,
in the coloured pages of your heart,
With name of mine written on them.

If tomorrow starts without me,
Tell my mother I loved her so much,
but I couldn't say a last beautiful goodbye to her.
She will smile and tell you, you were the last person I loved.
Tell my father I had always tried to make him proud and happy,
but I couldn't make myself live longer and happy.
He will smile and tell you, you...