I saw the tears cascaded down my face,
And it was tiring, yes, it was tiring.
I heared the silence entered my mind,
And it was hopless; it was hopeless.
I watched the love, I've been craving, past away,
And let it go; just let it be.
I felt the life escaped my soul,
And it was sorrowful, ah yes, it was sorrowful.
For the last time, I embraced myself carefully,
As I turn into a memory,
For I am weak more than fragile.
And so, a part of wind blew my mist away for the things that aren't meant for me.
I lost myself in the Garden of Wastes.
A happy place with the loneliest souls,
Where flowers bloom like eternal May,
Creating Autumn in our shattered hearts,
Where even the clouds shine,
But in our eyes rains,
Where the valleys and hills sways,
But our mind shivers.
It is such a happy place, yes it is.
But it's where the lost go when it finds us.
Welcome to the Garden of Wastes,
Such a beautiful place..
With no happy faces.