When I die,
Please bury me underneath the willow tree,
Let me sink into the earth,
and return to her what she once gave me.

Let the colours of the sky,
Hide me away while I rest,
Beneath your roots,

So I could grow new life,
Where life had once died,
Let me regrow the plants once killed,
I wish to be one with the willow.

I wish to be one with the golden soil.