Heaven

On my way back home from heaven, 

If I meet the angels, 

I will ask them to fill my backpack with infinite love, fortune and happiness unlimited.

Burying the unpleasant past, the worries of the present, 

I will bargain for the beautiful coming days.

I will drink the nectar of peace, love and harmony.

I will vacate my mind off the bad dreams. 

Plucking the fruits of unending prosperity, 

I will bring the flowers of joy.