China Roses
Who can tell me if we have heaven
Who can say the way it should be
Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet
Angel's tears below a tree
I could tell myself that my life isn't heaven. I lost my loved ones seasons ago, and I'll never see them again, except in Dark Forest.
But maybe this is heaven. Who can say how it should be? I'm certainly not the creature to tell you.
There are many beautiful things…flowers, comets, stars…but there are tears…
You talk of the break of morning
As you view the new aurora
Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven
One love, carved in acajou
This isn't heaven. How could it be? I've never seen love here. Well…I have. But it's not heaven for me, there's no love for me. That's the key to heaven.
One told me of China Roses
One a Thousand nights and one night
Earth's last picture, the end of evening
Hue of indigo and blue
China roses…so easily smashed…like my head. That's how I was killed. My last sight was the end of evening…purple and dark blue. Tears come into my eyes at the mere thought of it.
A new moon leads me to
Woods of dreams and I follow
A new world waits for me
My dream, my way
I went, out of curiosity, into the woods. You were there. I stood, staring, for seconds, minutes, hours, days…Time is strange. Then I ran, ran to you.
I know that if I have heaven
There is nothing to desire
Rain and river, a world of wonder
May be paradise to me
So I have heaven now. Anything is paradise, so long as I'm happy there. Rain, sun, snow, wind…
I see the sun…
I see the stars…