White gardens are all in bloom
Barefoot children running cold dew
Deceiving reality I’m in a bound
Caught by a verse of a poet
Failing the last ride of day’s sound
Avoid the light, it hurts
Everything we’ve might have become
Heart still hopes, silently burns
For all stories written to bring us back home
For everything I’ve sent you a life
Hold it dear while the song still plays in your heart
Gardens dwell in silver bloom
Falling grace of all days
I shared with you
Tower will lead me astray
Tolling bell to hide dreams away
Run across to follow me, drown
Just don’t turn around
The end of days will flow
Withering life of fading piano
Will tell me to let you go
For all the days cascaded
Bearing the grace we shared
Million faces withering in the dark
Pieces of puzzle combined in one
Revealing the face, the dearest one to my tolling heart
Falling with rain upon dead ground
Caressing so dear every symphony’s sound
I’m falling down into the dark to vanish with all
Silver-blue gardens still calling in bloom
Linlin's Poetry 