What a lovely, quiet and sad night.
Do you hear, the ghosts rustle the fallen leaves.
You know, you, my hated friend, were right.

Life is such a precious and fragile gift from the universe.
But few people can appreciate it.
Therefore, the one who lost it will surely not get any worse.

I understand that you do not hear my tired voice from your cramped grave.
But I hope that we will meet again someday and can hate each other forever.
Until then, I will try not to think about my imminent death and become a little brave.