Sterben / Die Vergessene / Forgotten Wenig / Little
As soon as the dirt is hitting the casket, it'll all be forgotten.
My biggest fear in life is to be forgotten.
Has God forgotten all I have done for Him.
Even when I was little, I was big.
After I die, I'll be forgotten.
We can't let the past be forgotten.
A little mordida, here. A little mordida, there.
As Beckett said, it's not enough to die, one has to be forgotten as well.
My first instrument was a little blue ukele.
