The One Who Lives Becomes The One Who Dies

The crying that you said you couldn't stand,
Knowing and being sad about her illness,
My father, you are afraid;
In order not to be sad, it turns out that you;
He hid it from all of us that he knew about her illness.

He cried so much that she was gone, you know,
Big man, that looks like a mountain,
To stand upright while working
Beads, tears were beads,
Flowing down from their beards.

He was going and coming to my mother once,
He was comforting, sometimes solemn,
He was breaking away from the environment, sometimes.
With that trembling voice, and suddenly when he remembers,
He was talking to me, her name.

Can you go without living? Oh sister!
Is life always dedicated to others?
Just when we say we will be at peace,
How do you go, sister, how does it end?
That life is short.

You told my children that you couldn't get enough of you?
Words caught in my throat,
I couldn't speak, sister at that moment,
I couldn't say, none of us was satisfied with you.
Your voice still echoes in my ears.

They say "It is a pain in the heart of its owner, pain".
Every born dies; I know but sister.
It's hard to get used to being without you, still,
When the living lose their loved ones because,
The one who lives becomes the one who dies.