In the Garden

See the eyes of a bird
Wandering in the forest
At the bottom of the ocean
She passed away in the morning
Just when it became bright
Happy and beautiful
Her last year was for me
For me so far from her country
In the garden where she was eagerly
There are things that are known
And there are things that are unknown
In between there are the notes
Each wrinkle spoke of tenderness
Each wrinkle
She gave me
The quietness and the light of this day
She gave me
The garden was in blossom
Wondering
What could come next?
What could come next?
The garden was in blossom
The garden was in blossom
The garden
What could come next?
What could come next?
What could come next?
What could come next?
What could come next?
What could come next?
What could come next?
What could come next?