one day when we were young,
I want to ask you a question ?
the question had kept inside of me for so long,
the days and nights came by,
the time to dream or to be awake
the wind blew,
the flowers bloomed
the flowers faded,
the days of youth had gone.
there were a secret garden in my heart,
I had lost the key to open the gate of the garden
the master of the garden had gone
he would never be back,
but the flowers still wait for him in the garden