Seek a super decadent, decadent, sad and world-weary qq diary, preferably in the form of poetry. . . . thank you

When I die, my dearest, don't sing sad songs for me; Don't plant roses on my head, and don't plant shady junipers, just let the grass crawl on the grave and let the rain and dew soak; You can remember me or forget me if you like.

I will see no shade, feel no rain, hear no nightingale, and pour out my sad cry in the dark;

Lost in the long twilight, the sun never rises or dies; Maybe, I will remember you, maybe, I will forget you.

-Luo Saidi