The story behind the painting I drew is already told
No more tearstains on the pages of my diary
Tired, but unable to give up, since I'm
Responsible for the lives I saved.
All the tales are told,
ALl the orchids gone.
Lost in my own world,
Now I care for dead gardens.
My song is little worth anymore
Time to lay this weary pen aside
The play is done
The curtain's down
"Where are the wolves, the underwater moon,
The elvenpath, the haven of youth,
Lagoons of the starlit sea?
Have I felt enough for one man's deed?
Or is it time to challenge the Ancient of Days,
And let the virgin conceive?"
All the tales are told,
ALl the orchids gone.
Lost in my own world,
Now I care for dead gardens.