Cherry-wood

 My heart shatters to a diamond pieces,
when this bond is ending,
one hand touching heavens,
the memory of you lines my corpse,
i hanged my life on rope,
and kicked off the chair,
wonder how it holds, quite dead.

I heard that suicide is painless,
i hope so cuz your are killing part of yourself,
bury under that old cherry-wood,
throw on some flowers then,
may the ground be light on me,
they say that all the roads are paved with gold in there,
maybe i will send a letter if thats true,
maybe i should dare to kiss you for the last time,
no, thats not the way i want to die,
just bye bye.