When you die,
I won’t kill myself instead,
I would tickle the ivies until I hear your cries again,
I would tune my guitar till I could hear your voice again.
So, that everyday I would still have you in my
ears.

I would play the congas till I could feel the rhythm of your feet dancing.
I would sing until my voice reaches yours.
Then everyday you’ll know I still love you.

I miss your voice,
I...