Suddenly, I asked myself:
Will it be a big problem - your death?
The world won't go mad, will continue to live all,
And even the Ferris Wheel won't find reasons to fall.
All people ever lived and loved,
Someone will pass by, someone will laugh.
Their attention to pain is cold...
And yet, change anything in this world?
The avalanche won't descend on mauntain,
Meteor won't fall to the Earth as early as years ten.
Not going to happen a doomsday, won't get night...
Is anything wrong? Just you died.
One day I won't see a familiar icon "online"
(This will happen as usual at nine).
Between "now" and "somewhere" I'll miss and lie...
If you die.