• Sleeping under the willow tree
    branches kissing her cheeks,
    venturing through that small dream
    venturing through the wonderland

    Card of heart
    girl of heart
    queen of heart
    faint of heart

    A peek of that beautiful garden
    adorned with crimson roses
    blurred by her own tears
    wept 'cause she couldn't go to that beautiful garden

    Hushed by her tears
    to find out how much she cried
    too much pain which
    a person, a girl, could not bear

    Left alone again
    went off and journeyed that small dream
    hoping to go to that beautiful garden
    'til in her way had been more and more doors to take

    Finally at the garden
    knife at her throat
    a game where all scrambled had begun,
    a game which that girl of heart could not understand

    A game which would cost the players their lives
    the game where all had a knife at throat
    where which the knife managed to cut
    where which the knife turned into an axe.