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
the play is done
the curtain`s down
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...
