About Death
If only he had realized early
That everything he receives is only temporary
Certainly his attitude and actions will be different
He won't use his finger, to arrange everything he likes
It won't even be used verbally to demean others
His power will not be used to suppress and corner others
Oh, it turns out I'm more despicable than a carcass
Even if the kiss is approached not even
The position I'm proud of
The treasure that I, glorified great
The power that I rely on
Now all leave me
Only regret that I have
When death picks me up