After death

Then the song begins

A story is born

about an old person who used to be young

When the physical body falls

Our songs are emancipated

Our stories are being written

On stars

in skies

spread into the universe

Who would catch the glimpse of it

to make a new song to sing

to read a new story to tell?

I am ready to fall down

I am willing to be buried or burned

to be a song for you, my dear!

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