Empress Orchid

The sun doesn't just hang on one family's tree

I was happy not to be in his place. He could command my death, but not his. But then, what kind of power was his? He was a prisoner of himself.

Like a singing river You break out to flow freely I am the mountain behind Happily I watch you Memory of us Full and sweet

Mother once told me that one had to lower one's head when passing under low eaves in order to avoid injury.

Zabranjeni grad je pjesma u svojem najčistijem obliku. On je moj duhovni vrt gdje mogu leći među cvijeće i otpočinuti.