I Choose to Stay in My Garden

I choose to stay
When all the roses have withered away;

I choose to stay
Whereas in this garden winter never ends.

My garden, ah--
How beautiful I thought it would be,
When I first planted those flower seeds.

Now, it's a wasteland.
The only living creature here is a robin chick
That sings for me every morning on my windowsill.

"My wings are not fledged yet,
And I could not fly on my own,
But they say in that far-off place,
Things are different---
So why don't you go?" questions the little bird.

"You've brought me so much joy of life," I reply softly.
"Therefore I choose to stay,
To be with you, my dear birdie,
Though the air supply is getting scarce here,
And death only steps away."