The Last Garden of Life Lyrics

A gentle breeze stirs in the quiet garden,

The stories of the seasons seep in.

Turning the pages of a book of memories,

Life's fragments etched on every petal.

Sometimes blooming, sometimes fading away,

Every moment becomes a part of the picture.

The last letter I want to leave for you,

I'll keep it here, in this garden.

When this flower fades, another will bloom,

For death is not the end, but a new beginning.

My story carried on the wind,

It will bloom again in your heart.

On some days, filled with regrets,

On others, painted with love.

Looking back at the traces that remain,

My life has become a single flower.

Sometimes falling, sometimes rising,

Every moment becomes my song.

The last letter I want to leave for you,

I'll engrave it here, in this garden.

When this flower fades, another will bloom,

For death is not the end, but a new beginning.

My story carried on the wind,

It will bloom again in your heart.

Now I leave, but you remain,

Keep writing the story of this garden.

In the brilliant flowers and the wind,

Please remember my love and memories.

When this flower fades, another will bloom,

For death is not the end, but a new beginning.

My story carried on the wind,

It will bloom again in your heart.

The garden still blooms with flowers,

And within it, my story remains.

Life and death are one story,

Now, with your hands, open the next page.

Death is not the end. It's a quiet whisper announcing a new beginning.