Treading on unfamiliar land
where cold-heart atmosphere surrounds
raining with snowflakes of anguish,
the pink earth colored by bloodshed
crawling with weeds of dire nightmares
and fallen leaves of broken dreams.
Plants of ominous rivalry,
blooming with despair and sorrow,
the ebony trees of dark magic
bearing fruits of pain and misdeeds.
And the clouds of tears and sadness
along with tombstones of loved ones;
Thick fog of dying memories
And defiled waters filled with lies.

What garden grows in the winter?
A world of woe one must elude,
Wandered around this place once more,
And this is the winter garden.