Maybe, maybe if there is an afterlife, I would like to be the azalea next to you and listen to your lonely, silent night.
Maybe, or maybe if there is an afterlife, I still want to be the cuckoo bird behind you, telling you all the painful silent nights.
Maybe, or maybe if there is an afterlife, I would like to do it even more...
Maybe, or maybe I won't exist in your next life...
Maybe, or maybe I have no so-called afterlife at all...