You came suddenly and without warning, and rudely snatched from me what I wanted most.
There was no time to say goodbye, no plans that mattered, you didn't even take into account everything I had.
I was speechless when I saw you arrive, what could I have said to persuade you anyway.
And at this point in my life, or in my death, I understand that so much effort was not necessary, I had no time to enjoy my possessions, not even to enjoy my family.
What is left for me? Only regret.
And what's the point of regretting? If you are not going to listen to me, you just ignore me, you remain deaf to my pleas, you are not moved by my tears, nothing I tell you will make you change your mind, nothing...
I'm going to the cold grave, my body remains inert, why doesn't my mind just accept it, is it my mind that speaks? Or is it my soul? And now the question arises: where will my soul go?
The reality came to me abruptly: I am only a person with thoughts of greatness.
My body is in the grave next to someone else's, nothing matters here, we are almost the same...
The only thing that mattered was the time lived, and I have already run out of time, and I don't remember having lived it.