Oh my love will this fire ever stop? My blood is drained by every drop My brothers are lying on the wet mud, The river of stress has formed a flood. I must confess! Don't wait for me, As I lie red below this tree. Find another man who will stay for you, For when we'll reunite I don't have any clue. But I'll die immortal don't you worry. As the flowers will grow on me, Under this tree. ~samay