Being adorned by daylight
Floating over the water of a warm river
Why is his body so cold?
Can it be he doesn’t take his soul with him?

If visions of a lifetime could reveal what happened
The words of the dust would be reborn
And memories would return from forgotten places

Would he have his own funeral?
In front of the faces of the forgotten
Would he have his own grave?
Upon the water of some river

Right now the moon illuminates the hill
And his body continues even without life
But in fear of future death