Imagine if people don’t die:
You can shower your parents with love
You can give your children endless hugs
You can travel with your friends everywhere
You can kiss your lover like forever.
You will see the elders go senile
You will stick with enemies you long to kill
You will endlessly figure out why you failed
You will have to deal with undying pain.
We’re all lucky we’ll all die
Because if not, life would be a sigh
Of false hope that breathing means lucky
Of false dream that living is free.