Orange Violets and Violet Oranges
Purple deserts yellow sky
If I knew this way my fate
Green people walking by
I wouldn't have been late
It's just my turn to die
The Renaissance of my life begins
Our paths will meet again
Why are you crying, crying
Your soul is destined to experience again
I don't want you to fear
But death feels like a year
You should be more greatful
Living is more painful