A white castle in a desert,
black river of tears flows,
against the blood shore,
on the other side.

A lone white castle standing in a desert,
soaring up high under a cloudless sky,
its root cuts ever deeper into the sand of time,
freezing nights and burning days in dead silence.

Black river of tears flows on the left,
rotten memories cry in deep stillness,
no reflection is this water; even light couldn’t escape,
the fatal gravity of bottomless sorrow.

A bamboo boat rowing against the ghostly mist,
on its way to the lost shore of blood,
glamourous red dunes moves like the sun’s surface,
looking up to blue sky and walk on shattered bones.