When I Die

When I die The whole world will cry The flower stop to smell a day no Sunrise and shining moon in the sky So sad was Cat and rat even the holy grass. No river moved an inch No rain drop fall Breeze was so high with a hot mist to witness a new winter's tale The workers teared among is my father and my child, my friends came there to console, my rivals already become mad So much happened that day, still lot to say But except some confusion that " when I will die and Whome am I "