
I caught the glorying gaze of a cherry blossom tree;
Its fortune told me the future of my hearting flame.
I inhale its preening scent of beautiliciousness
And throw it to the sky,
Sky,
Sky…
I saw you. Then.
You didn’t even spare me a sympathetical glance.
Please don’t hate me now. Hate me later.
All I need is an understanding while I cry,
Cry,
Cry…