Rusty, windswept gates of iron
rattling in the wind to welcome me
A lonely bluebird somewhere above
sings a clear, familiar melody
Walking beneath the decaying branches
Among the fading bushes now growing wild
I can almost feel the scent of the roses
Flowers from the day when I was a child
The sunbeams are still reflecting
and catching the attention of my eye
From the spring's shimmering water
from a time when we could never die
The cheering laughters have gone silent
Like the genuine voices I loved the most
I will keep wandering and searching
to find the answers of my wondering ghost
And the bluebird will always keep singing
his light-hearted, heedless melody
Just like my suffering, wondering spirit
one day will be untroubled and free.
