If I leave this earth you before my time, wail not; on my deathbed.
For I will not hear you moan on my grave.
And beating your chest in anguish on my deathbed will not
wake me up.
Nor will I see your tears.
And I cannot wipe away your tears or lend my shoulder
to cry on.
Love me in December as you do in
May.
Be with me in autumn as you do in
spring.
Walk with me in the rain as you do
in the sunny day.
Comfort me in my sorrow as you make
me smile in my happy day.
Then I will not have regrets even if I
have to go too soon.
Because I knew, it is worth living just
a happy year with you than thousand gloomy years.
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