Waiting here for your return
Cold and alone with nothing but a hope
I walk through white snow
One memory of you
Three hundred years
I count the days
Three hundred years
I bear the wait
Ever winter winds burn with cold
I close my eyes and see
Unlashed shadow still
Mirage so real
Dark shadow both young and old
One blink and a scene is gone
Three hundred years
I count the days
Three hundred years
I bear the wait
Another dawn rose
Upon high mountains of eternal frost
Dark rocks mourn with the wind
As I call for you in a dream
Three hundred years
I count the days
Three hundred years
I bear the wait
Three hundred years
I cry and pray
For you to come back
In darkness I see the light
Within farthest lands I seek pure delight
Howling with longing I try
To survive this agony blind
Three hundred years
Of dry tears
Alone facing my fears
I bear this hope through all these cold days
Three hundred years
I keep the faith, though alone
To see you again on your throne
Waiting so long for your return
Singing your chords I dreamt of the world
You told me once of
Three hundred years I’ve been bearing a hope
To see you once more
When with jewels brightest of all
You finally returned
Three hundred years alone
But no more
As you are now back home
Linlin's Poetry 