Lying on deadly grey grass
I still feel that I’m locked in a golden cage
Broken mirrors, sharpest knives of reality’s maze
I walk under water to dwell in silent symphony
Drowning only more into lustful sea of your memory
Clock struck twelve
It’s time to go
Run away, just flow
Escape will set me free
Embrace of faith, my pure dying hope
Time to crop, time to cut the rope
Secret path, forgotten road
Covered with last winter snow leading me back home
Night by the lake, kiss by an old oak
Silver leaves are frozen still
In pale hands of withered memory
Lost deep within silent feel
Of dark hair my trembling hand stroked
Take a step ahead, move tears away
Look at the stars, they’ll show you a way
To the beginning of a new dawn of our day
Clock struck twelve
It’s time to go
Run away, just flow
Escape will set me free
Embrace of faith, my pure dying hope
Time to crop, time to cut the rope
Secret path, forgotten road
Covered with last winter snow leading me back home
Era of true heart’s love, painted kites and snowy chimneys
Storytime and the river ghosts, dreams of every man
Swansong fading in time, hope of dove, long sleepless nights
Echoing thought through a kindest heart, forgotten lost days of mine
Clock struck twelve
It’s time to go
Run away, just flow
Escape will set me free
Embrace of faith, my pure dying hope
Time to crop, time to cut the rope
Secret path, forgotten road
Covered with last winter snow leading me back home
Embrace of faith, my pure dying hope
Time to crop, time to cut the rope
Secret path, forgotten road
Covered with last winter snow leading me back home
Silent night around nightingale’s dream
Forgotten feel reviving me
Cold cruel world chasing lost hope,
The hope surrounding my hoping heart
Clock struck twelve
It’s time to go
Run away, just flow
Escape will set me free
Embrace of faith, my pure dying hope
Time to crop, time to cut the rope
Secret path, forgotten road
Covered with last winter snow leading me back home
Linlin's Poetry 