I came to this world without anything. And again, without anything, I know, I will leave... I will lie quietly in the soft grass Without pain, without hatred, without resentment... I will take with me a quiet memory of sunset, of the sea, of warm laughter, of love and of a wonderful evening breeze... And the joy that I really lived... I gave from my heart to everyone. And I didn't expect anything in return. That happiness, I know, is to love, and if you love, then---to stay... I know it's too early for me to leave. But who leaves 'on time'? The meaning is not in the number of years... One life is never enough for anyone...