This old man's time has almost run out,
but his memories will always remain...

Where the once-living now lie,
Is marked by a single stone...

If you were asked if fish get thirsty,
your first thought would probably be no...

I remember all the good memories,
as I look back on the past...

Home alone one night,
curled up on the couch...

A for the absence of bad and unhappy air
B for the balloons and the big birthday cheer...

Am I loved?
Or am I hated...

I sometimes wonder,
how life itself evolved...

Rain shot me with a rifle,
as he jumped down hard from the skies...

Sitting outside, in the bright sunshine
Admiring our presents, which are so fine...

This feeling is blossoming,
I've never felt something this strong...