Gazing upon the morning sky,
A pure clear tear fell in my eyes,
As I yearn for the moment in the past,
While the wind carries the morning breeze.
Strips of ribbon flutters in the wind,
Cloth that is whiter than snow,
Blameless and unblemished,
A timeless altar of promise.
Collecting my poems and writings,
I burn them in my heart eternally,
Hoping one day you'll understand,
Memoirs waiting to be read.
River of sacred blood flows inside,
Liquid that is red and plenty,
Forgiving and enduring,
A timeless course of love.
I touched the cracked masked on my face,
A happy-go-lucky masquerade,
Endlessly altering timelines,
With no time to let my heart beat.
Sway, sway and being swayed,
My emotions burst in the sky,
Clouds hide the colours of my heart,
As black and white angels cross swords.
Prove me that I made the right decision,
To let the continuum shift end and free you,
The time is nigh; the time is now,
I wander in the hall of thousand doors.
The smell of a burning house,
The souls ebbing away,
The mirrors shattered everywhere,
Let the clock turn counter-clockwise.
Books of different tongues in my library,
A lamp that lights up the room,
The quill rested on the ink bottle,
And an elegant door closed.
