When I went to the stars, when my earthly journey was over, when I was no more, and turned into just a handful of dirt, don't you dare grieve for me! The death of everything does not mean the end... Despite scepticism and doubts, life continues even then...! I will be bottomless in the night sky. I will become a shooting star. Above all of you, my beloved mortals, in the form of star dust, I will rain... I will caress you with a warm ray of sunshine. I will be a wonderful, summer sea breeze... You will recognize me by my warmth, by the love that will rain...
