You walk through the hush of dust,
Past the rim where time bends.
Whispers in the shadow,
calling you again.

I see the gate breathe slow,
Like a dream made of glass and snow,
Who stole that?
chimes of dusk below?

Footsteps of soul fall soft,
Unheard, unfelt, aloft,
The broken book there
still speaks in coughs.

I see the gate breathe slow,
Like a dream made of glass and snow,
Who stole that?
chimes of dusk below?

If I forget, 
tell me your name,
Where the bell stops, ends the flame,
At the gate no guardian came.

I see the gate breathe slow,
Like a dream made of glass and snow,
Who stole that?
chimes of dusk below?

I see the gate breathe slow,
Like a dream made of glass and snow,
Who stole that?

Time no longer dares to pry

Le Zhang