From a blog in Chinese I’m subscribing to right now, translated…
Don’t come to my Funeral. Because there is not, will not EVER be, one.
It’s not that I’m immortal, it’s just that, I don’t want to bid anymore farewell.
I’d never wondered how long I will live
Had never feared, the concept of death either
It’s just that, when I found my love, for you all, and her too
To be, so passionate, so out of control
I’d started, fearing death
And now, I’m always fearing death constantly
A few days ago, it was, my maternal grandfather’s day of death
That day, I was, having so much fun
That I had, completely, forgot, about that that, was the day, that my grandfather had died
Then, at the moment when I finally remembered, in the depth, of the night
I felt this, sudden onset of panic, found myself, suffocating slowly
Turns out, that I had, finally, accept, the truth, that he’s, completely gone
And I had, said my final farewell to him, completely
Goodbye.
If I had, died
How long would it take you all, and you, to accept, that my timely demise as finalized
A year? Or two?
Or maybe, sooner, a few weeks, or just, in days?
I don’t want to, say goodbye
Funerals are, a pointless kind of rituals
With you, as the protagonist
But only in, one picture
I wish there not be a funeral for me
So if I’d died one day
You all, and you, don’t even bother
Because, whose hearts, will I stay in
Had already been, decided whilst I’m still living
I don’t want to say farewell
This would be the writer’s view on death, and the rituals surrounding death, and, he is right too. Because by the time you’d died, who you are had already been, set up, in people’s minds, and, the eulogies those who’d come, may or may not be how they really feel about you.