Saving Images Outside Of Cemiteries

People in my way;
People disappear;
So death is an integral part of life.

I must be the last of them;
Then I must walk alone;
Saving in my memory, images of cemeteries outside.

I wept for all;
For all departed;
And when you leave, who will cry for me.

Since no one else;
All left without saying goodbye;
Because I had the luck (fate) of living too;
Because I had the misfortune to live long.