Saving images outside of cemiteries

People in my way
People disappear
So death is an integral part of life.

I must be the last of them
Then I must walk alone
Saving in my memory, images of cemeteries outside.

I wept for all
For all departed
And when you leave, who will cry for me.

Since no one else
All left without saying goodbye
Because I had the luck (fate) of living too
Because I had the misfortune to live long.