Among the lilies, there are some flowers bleeding;
Among the broken, souls weep beyond the grave.
I saw their tears, and I pondered upon their lives.
When they stared at me, they pondered upon my life.
It was my turn now; I started bleeding beside a grave.
A child approached me, but I saw darkness through her eyes.
“Dear child, What makes you to be so afraid of me?”
The child stepped back, and I wept more and more.
I, bent, weep for the souls and the lilies who already died.
And so, in this world dried of love and compassion,
I will lay myself to rest beside this pool of grass.
And tomorrow, I will wake up and I shall try to love again.
"Here, you are thirsty. Have a cup of water from that lake.
Replenish yourself and cross the bridge with me."
"Oh, sir; I see my great-grandmother!
I haven’t talked to her for years.
Please tell me that she can now hear me.
I wanted to talk to her again.
Oh, I see my sister!
What a beautiful girl she became.
Here I am, my darling!
Let me see you."