Letra de The Garden of Yin

Beyond that wall, whose ancient masonry reached almost to the sky in moss-thick towers, there would be terraced gardens, rich with flowers, and flutter of bird and butterfly and bee. There would be walks, and bridges arching over warm lotus-pools reflecting temple eaves, and cherry-trees with delicate boughs and leaves against a pink sky where the herons hover. All would be there, for had not old dreams flung open the gate to that stone-lanterned maze where drowsy streams spin out their winding ways, trailed by green vines from bending branches hung? I hurried - but when the wall rose, grim and great, I found there was no longer any gate.