Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
Le morte debe esser multo belle. Jacer in le terra molle e brun, con le herbas undulante supra nostre capite, e ascoltar le silentio. Haber nulle heri, nulle deman. Oblidar le tempore, pardonar le vita, esser in pace.Tatoeba-2020.08 Tatoeba-2020.08