And then it crashes in the shore and it's gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while.

That is the conception of death for Buddhists: the wave returns to the ocean, where it came from and where it's supposed to be.

This is from a show called the good place, and that’s what I told myself when I heard of your passing, Aude. We love you! 💓

Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And everything you do

Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along

I wrote a song for you

And all the things you do

And it was called, "Yellow"

So then I took my turn

Oh, what a thing to have done

And it was all yellow

Your skin, oh yeah, your skin, and bones

Turn into something beautiful

And you know, you know I love you so

You know I love you so

I swam across

I jumped across for you

Oh, what a thing to do

'Cause you were all yellow

I drew a line

I drew a line for you

Oh, what a thing to do

And it was all yellow

And your skin, oh yeah, your skin, and bones

Turn into something beautiful

And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry

For you, I'd bleed myself dry

It's true

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for-

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine for you

Look how they shine

Look at the stars

Look how they shine for you

And all the things that you do

I don't want to wake up from this immense dream
My reality fails me a little more each time
They're still lingering inside the lump in my throat
And the memories become temporary
In this house, the ghosts don't exist, only the memories
Of the other times, of the good moments
In the sky flew the vultures that augur death
The end of times, we'll becomе eternal

So many photos filling the picturе frames, it's my personal museum
There are not many trophies, with you it's enough
And even though I carry you in my blood, it hurts me to feel you so far away
You illuminate the sky and now I celebrate you
I keep on trying, but the impact is so close still
We have to be strong to see death clearly and honestly
I'm tired of thinking about it, but I can't help it
I want to be with you, to have one last drink with you
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh (Last drink)

I lived what I could live
I'm sorry that I must go
In the night, I conquer the silence
And the lack of noise creates a void
I'm sorry that I must go
I'm sorry that I must go
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh