“Many moons have passed,
And many suns have gone.
Twice, roses have bloomed,
And to the heaven
Had she gone.
Again, roses bloom in the Evergarden.
A picture so dream-like,
A moment lost in time.
Red roses she used to love
For its fragrance and beautiful red.
But why is my heart so heavy?
Why is it so painful?
Pieces by pieces,
The heart is torn apart
By the thorn of roses.
Lying down on the bed of rose,
With thorns now bathed in blood.
The garden a crimson red.
The last of consciousness fade away.
Finally, our reunion at last.”