I’m going far away, to another place, People are gloomy, They bring flowers to adorn my grave, All of their faces clammy, With tears and perspiration, Dressed in white, I look from above and feel immensely sad. How can my people do this to me? How can they spoil my happiest moment? I wonder indignantly. I wanna run through the door, And meet all the people I wanted to meet. …Read the Rest