This is my garden
All gardens here are like this
So dry, so lifeless
One day I'll find a new garden
These fragments, used to be my mirror
All these mirrors, reflect the same thing

The false image of a being
The dead image of a dry leaf

They're here
They wonder about here
Crucified in the garden of death
Eternally imprisoned in this garden

The garden of hate
The garden of tears
The dead garden…