Oh, to live till the edge of time

Oh, to live till the edge of time

To experience everything sublime

Not to feel the compulsion,

That one day I might have to say goodbye.

Oh, to feel the warm sunshine

Bathe in its glory for a lifetime.

To breathe the fresh air,

Calming myself from despair.

Oh, to smell a fragrance

Like feeling a flower’s brilliance.

To gaze upon a field of flowers

Lying among them for hours.

Oh, to hear someone’s laughter

Seeing their smile getting wider.

To feel someone’s touch

To love someone as much.

Oh, to grasp someone, grow up

Blooming, just as a tulip does.

Oh, to see someone grow old

Watching as their life unfolds.

Oh, to see the sun set,

To see the sky in a million shades of red.

To see the sun come up,

Hearing the birds wake up.

Oh, to feel the time pass

Like a snail on green grass,

Or like a car driving fast,

Maybe as the wood turns to ash.

Baki Hanna IX. R