Across the line between fire and ice
Through the midnight grace and song of violin
For a melody calling me through this night
Across the line, across the field
Lying in-between hell and paradise
Silent call of flute
Dawn painted pale face so cute
With tears of dew
With innocence pure
Silent song of wind
Calling your name
To run across the field
To lie on the grass, with sunset to play
Silent song of violin
To come back to me
To touch last petal of withering dream
Across the line of dawn
Across pale sky above cold ground
Through the dream fading alone
For a purity of lost melody’s sound
We’re walking with stars
Like angels’ tears they’re sparkling on grass
Silent call of flute
Dawn painted pale face so cute
With tears of dew
With innocence pure
Silent song of wind
Calling your name
To run across the field
To lie on the grass, with sunset to play
Silent song of violin
To come back to me
To touch last petal of withering dream
To dream and to hide
To leave sins behind
To sleep on a cloud so soft
To embrace the shadow’s grace
To feel sweet touch of warmth
To walk cold white snow
To sing with a swallow
To run with the wind
To play like a kid
To dream, to feel, to believe
To laugh, to love, to breathe
Silent call of flute
Dawn painted pale face so cute
With tears of dew
With innocence pure
Silent song of wind
Calling your name
To run across the field
To lie on the grass, with sunset to play
Silent song of violin
To come back to me
To touch last petal of withering dream
Linlin's Poetry 