After a season of ignorant,
I see footsteps spotting along my secret garden
Just a tranquil piece of land
Where wind blows and water runs.

Are they like the rain of spring
Drown me, fill me
then extinct?
A drop of water is what they bring.

Are they like the autumn leaves
Fall down, suspend
and decay?
Fail to seize even a gentle breeze.

I see steps come, I see them go
Behind the reverberations are wonders:
Will the flower of love ever grow?

I need your moisture, I need your flakes
By seasons and seasons
Falling into,
My heart as a garden.