R.I.P: My Grandpa in Vietnam

Death is the last thing I want to think about,
Death is on my mind,
Death of my dear cheery grandpa,
When everything in life was going fine.

The equilibrium tips over,
Everything in life stands still,
I witness my love ones crashing,
My mother becomes ill.

My mind and soul hardens,
I want the pain to leave,
I want the happiness to come back into my heart,
Be gone with the wind,
I grieve.