Under the peonies I rest,
But I will not awake from this silent sleep.
The purple and white flowers seem to bow their pretty heads to the earth and cry raindrops.
I'm not lonely for I have the flowers for company; who could possibly be lonely when surrounded by petals of a million different colours and shades?
So don't cry when you think of me... instead nourish the flowers ensuring they always stay beautiful, and it will be like I never died at all.