With last drop of wine I’ll disappear
With a sparkling star in the end of day
I’ll shine to remind you that I’m near
In a sea of sacramental feel
I’ll sink to make you see
The beauty of sunrise without a tear
The blow of cold northern wind
In a dream of secret thrill
I’ll come to make you feel
What is fake and what is real
With last grain of sand I’ll fall
With last ray of sun I’ll disappear
With a pale moonlit path I’ll call
To make you remember and believe
In a sea of sacramental feel
I’ll sink to make you see
The beauty of dawn, your brightest memory
The dream so real, the touch of sky
I’ll drown in those fantasies to make you mine
Till my last breath, till my last sigh
In a sea of sacramental feel
I’ll sink to make you see
The beauty of sunrise without a tear
The blow of cold northern wind
With last moment of night
With last dream sight
I’ll come to you through your memory
With last autumn bird
With last whispering word
I’ll come to remind you that I’m near
I’ll sink to make you see
To make you believe and try
I’ll sink to make you feel
That I’m near till the end of time
Linlin's Poetry 