Red carpets he laid
Around the forest yet green
He, a greatest painter writing a dream
A king of his fate
He walks painting the paths with gold and red
Drawing with his smile last summer sunset
Eternity blue sparks in a moment of truth
Hidden below ever lost memories of the soul
Awakening in the middle of spring
Painted by the gold of autumn dream
Reviving me, deceiving me
He smiles composing my destiny
To reach the high
I drown in the deep sky
To dream of his eyes
I kiss first petals of sunrise
Following the memories still
To fall into an autumn symphony
Silver fog of his clothes coils around the forest realm
Golden veil of his hair dwells in sundown
Pale blue of his eyes mesmerises me still
Before the fall into an autumn dream
I write a melody for this hidden heart
Linlin's Poetry 