black silhouette vale sits my garden
face withered hallowed eyes laden
haunts my garden till the flowers grow barren
rips tears and cuts throats
mourns mountains of graves

i wonder if i could dig a hole
give a rest for her soul
may the moon lit up her Madole
the stars shine her face
the birds sing her lace

i wonder if we could run a talk
walk like friends
may her heart plays her music
her feet dance with joy
her hands reach for mine

i wonder if she leaves my garden
never comes back
may I mourn in joy
sleep in peace
for black silhouette vale sits my garden

i wonder if
i wonder if
i wonder if