My language has its own world

    where he doesn't know how to live，

    but he should learn my language；

    then he can call my mother to say

    that I am dead. I drive too fast

    and someone else drives too fast

    and we crash on the icy road.

    The death sweeps me away.

    He can tell this to my mother

    if he learns my language.

    Her large yellow voice travels

    and hits his body， but at least she knows

    that I am dead， and if I die，

    I want him to tell my mother

    with his deep voice shaking.