Death is a thing everyone fears,
It is the brother of life and rebirth.
Just like day sprouts from night,
Life springs from day.
Death is not the final word, nor is it the end,
It’s just merely a separation.
Death is inevitable, you can’t avoid it,
It’s like a kid that never wants to grow up.
When death comes, you’re released from pain, bother, and anxiety,
Just like an erne flying freely in the sky from afar.