In the garden of diamond roses and emerald leaves
Where the silence is shattered by the murmuring trees,
Where the porcelain moon shines bright on the twilight sky
A lonesome girl holds a crumpled letter of goodbye…
A scarlet ribbon is folded around her ebony hair
A spider drowning within her sour tears of despair
Her weary eyes fixed on the glass reflection of the lake
Her peach mouth frozen – to kisses never again to partake…
But as her mind has stranded from truth too far away
For the words written in that letter were never read that day
And she was never to know that it ended with “I love you”
Instead of a wretched “Farwell” as she assumed it would do…
In the garden of diamond roses and emerald leaves
Where the silence is shattered by the murmuring trees,
Where the porcelain moon shines bright on the twilight sky
A lonesome girl holds a crumpled letter of goodbye…
