Unnamed [part3]

She'd hold her breath
when I asked the reason she told,
"I want to feel the death".

I chased beyond her dreams,
I searched for happiness,
I went on in depth
and there I understood.

Today she lay over the bed she used to smile at.
People mourns around, I watch it happen.
I cry, my hands don't feel anymore, I cry.

My eyes wet for her, my heart trembles.
The joy
it saddens and it overflows everything I had.

No one I asked knows why
or when or how did she die,
except for the young sister she had told me,
"She wanted to live with you.
She also wanted to feel the death.
But she wanted the happiness so early that
she had to die before her age".

The obvious question it was answered.
The strong aroma it disappeared.
It took along my faith and hopes
and the strength it took it all.