Funeral Service at the Memorial Hall

Prayer and Meditation

The grave has swallowed you up, there your bones lie dormant. Dying song has faded away, who still thinks of yours? Oh! all are gone who once cried with me. I found the quiet way to you alone. I can't believe that spring is still glowing, that the flowers aren't fading. Ever since you blossomed, so that not a painful trepidation goes through every jubilation, ever since you went home gently, like a night prayer.

Your love was infinite, big as the world is your heart. This remains written deep in the ore of my pain. Let yourself be forgotten when every bond breaks. When everyone forgets you, my heart will not forget you! A song that, scarcely born, floats away on a gentle breath. And yet lives so undisturbed in a faithful bosom. So you live with me forever, you are a faded song. That draws sadness through the soul with eternal singing.

Memorial Hall - Funeral Service

A green corner that is moistened by a stream that lines the grass with silver stains. Where the sun shines from the proud mountain. A small waterfall of rays foams. A warrior young, bareheaded, with his mouth open. Bathing the neck in the blue herb. Pale asleep under the open sky stretched out in the green bed dew from the light. A bush covers his feet. Smiling like a child who is sick, he holds his slumber. Nature wraps him warmly! He's still cold. his nose does not twitch from the fragrant wind.

He sleeps in the sunshine, his hand on his silent breast, on the right there is a red hole. Whoever dies in winter, why shouldn't he die, when all the leaves are destroyed by the frost's breath? And who dies in the summer when all the flowers bloom. How about he be dead? his grave makes the hope of life green. Therefore who died in summer and who died in winter, nature has a consolation, hail to him who acquired it.