Life really is too short for us,
That we don’t know when it goes,
Because we’re not the one holding our destiny;
And whether we like it or not, we will vanish,
For we are like a perishable goods.
Time will come that I will go,
When it will be, we can’t foretell,
And whether we like it or not, it will come.
Just a little request to you my dear,
Please don’t waste your tears when I’m gone
Don’t waste even a drop of it,
For a man like me, tears of yours is not worthy,
And those tears of yours I can’t defray.
When I’m gone rearrange your life,
Ready to face for the new sunrise.
This is not goodbye yet or an ending,
Neither I’m parting nor quitting;
I’m just making you some preparations,
And giving you some anticipations,
For I’ll be fading soon.
That we don’t know when it goes,
Because we’re not the one holding our destiny;
And whether we like it or not, we will vanish,
For we are like a perishable goods.
Time will come that I will go,
When it will be, we can’t foretell,
And whether we like it or not, it will come.
Just a little request to you my dear,
Please don’t waste your tears when I’m gone
Don’t waste even a drop of it,
For a man like me, tears of yours is not worthy,
And those tears of yours I can’t defray.
When I’m gone rearrange your life,
Ready to face for the new sunrise.
This is not goodbye yet or an ending,
Neither I’m parting nor quitting;
I’m just making you some preparations,
And giving you some anticipations,
For I’ll be fading soon.