Anything real is like nature
So does true love exists
I own a garden, many plants
All different with a twist

I water each one everyday
But few of them still die
Their own fate or my water
I could never know why

It makes me so happy
They grow into a tree
Once a tall tree died
Looking at it saddened me

So one day I cut its trunk, threw it out
But I could never get rid of its roots
Sometimes I wonder if I let it stay
Would one day it grow leaves and fruits

Alas I will find my true love
Only on the day I die
The tallest green tree of my garden
Which will still stand by