I am in a beautiful Garden..
The water is fresh and pure..
It streamed down from the north to south..
The sunshine are spraying the honey blessing..
In my hand.. Lies a withered flower..
The grass beneath my feet had turn to ashes..
Promises had been withered..
The love that burnt so long end up burning it self to ashes..
And I'm still waiting for the day..
Where I can be plucked from this garden..
To carry back to your home..
And become one heartbeat..
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