Lying on my deathbed

peering into my surrounding.

What I see my reflection

reflection of my work,

reflection of my words.

He is the person I helped when passing by,she is the person I just gave a kind word to.

So a small step by someone means a lot to someone else;

I will die after a few days, all that will remain are my deeds!

One must assure to live,

to live even after he is gone.

Because in the end all we do for the sake of living.

And we know,

"Giving always makes us feel like living"

The moment my death arrive,

I realised I am not gonna die,

I will remain alive.