Will someone miss me someday . . .
I see the sun in the sky Trees are moving through the wind Who am I..? What's my place in this great world..? Am I like the trees..? Like the sun..? Like the sky..? I try to find my way in this life But that isn't easy to me
Some people say When you body die, your soul live further you will live further in the mind of your friends.. But what if your soul dies..? You have to go on Even when you don't want..
Will someone miss me someday, when I die in this big world . . .
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