Around my grave Make an eternal spring with green grass
Plant some old shade trees.
Beneath, in shades,
Give a shelter to lovers
That wait their spouses
And around me
Pave cool black granites
And expand my space to eight feet
Before the worms attrite
The brightness in my lips pale
Kiss me deep in your hearts.
In the eternity of calm and rest
Take away the boring notes from me
Give me a weightless kite
That has no deep meanings.
Before pushing me to the grave
Say looking at my hands:
"His hands are white and empty"
I have no time to listen
To the claps coming from outside,
Allow me to enjoy the coolness
Of the stones around me.
