Afterlife is a mystery, who knows where would I be. I must make this moment count, by either being with you or living in your memory.
Death will come surely, But scary is thought of being lonely. In either world don’t make me wait for too long, Just come where ever I go, And hold me closely.
I don’t mind where would I be, Until you are there with me. Even death is not going to be ugly, Just be there always, And life is going to be so lovely.
