In my dream, my daughter blossomed. 
A pretty rose, unfolding her silver wings, 
Beckoning me to the dark world 
Where autumn stabbed and winter killed. 
I woke up, hearing silence hum and watching darkness dance. 
The ballet performance sucked me into its soul, 
I found myself in a lonely park, without a way out. 
Each step I sank and sank and sank deeper in the fog, 
Sipping the creamy vapor in the air. 
A sudden glow, born glittering amber joy. 
As I approached it, my eyes tearful... 
A golden stream trickling upward from my face, 
A pang of happiness, smearing within me, 
While I forced myself to get closer, closer and closer... 
Until I saw a rose sway, it silver wings gloomed. 
Around it, ash scattered, waiting for the wind to sweep; 
And ...my daughter, all alone, waiting for me, 
Her green foliages aging.