Appease

Don't cry for me, now I'm free;

I'm following the road that He has laid for me.

But follow this please,

And here, you must appease.

Don't lay those white flowers on my white deathbed,

I feel negative, they ignite me;

Instead lay cherry blossom buds,

They'll enlighten me.

And keep some food in my coffin,

So I'm comforted when I leave for the Land Of The Dead,

And remember, the blossoms should be newly-gathered,

To perfume the sleep of the dead.