Like a puff of smoke, like an ocean’s wave.
I call upon your names, nobody to answer it.
Life is but a moment, a blink then it is gone.

I will tell you everything, of people that matters. People that care.
I will whisper all to you.

Your passage left a hollow place,
It left a burden of blames.
Your end speak volume of future.

Your end speaks the heart of men,
And a burden of blames on my shoulder.
Your friends are angels till the end!

Till we meet again,
Till those grasses become green again,
I will save all that matters!