I Think of My death at this moment.

I think of death in these moments that stretch across the ages in the gray night after sunset.

I came to this boating industry with oars but all I got was paper boat.

I came to this music hall with songs but there were only deaf people here.

I came to this path as a good passerby but it is a single track.

It's all over, What else on this earth is there for my beloved. except "asthma" pills?

In another dawn my song shall not ring in these rosy woods.

You are going to miss me like I missed my "childhood days". Death overtakes age and comes to meet me.

I'm going to starve my Lungs and feast to death.

Do not sound the death knell at my death march. Blow the little flutes. Bury my body in one slum. Let there be a gutter and a den of mosquitoes near my grave.

Safely hand over this “Soulless body “ to their crematorium.

Tell them, "Your cuckoo died before the red spring came."

Announce my death to the "bulbul" birds of Paris.

Comfort the rising crescent moon and starry blossoms tomorrow.

To all passers-by who meet you, "I, who wanted to achieve many feats at a very young age, died like an old man at a very young age", but raise my grave only in the shade of the Cherry trees and no one should weep for me ……

Cherry Trees, oh! those Cherry Trees!