I find myself in a strange garden                    
All the trees are dead, and all the flowers dry.
No birds, no sun. Just worm, slow wind.
I don't like this garden. I want to get out, to see blue
skies again.
But I can't go. I can't escape.
There's death in the air, I can feel it.
It seems like there's nothing alive in this garden but me.

I tried everything- I watered the flowers, I even talked to
the trees.
I brought birds to the garden, the prettiest birds in the
world.
For a moment I thought that I saw the sun.
But the birds flew away. And the sun disappeared.
The death here is too strong.

I tried my best to save the garden. But I failed.
There's nothing I can do now.
The garden is dead.