The last wish

We say we get life once,

but I feel we get life every morning we wake up.

Death, we get only once,

and it stays forever.

After that, we become a small photo in a corner.

Sometimes I quietly envy the one who will have his own small space after death —

under a flowering tree,

where monsoon will give him its first rain,

winter its first snow,

and butterflies will visit his flowers.

It's not about visitors.

It's about having a place, even after.

This is life, I think.