The cherry blossoms dance, falling into my empty hand.
Ephemeral, gentle, and fragile, this flower that seems like you.
The child who usually slips through the gates
His eyes sparkling as he grabs something.
And as for me, my empty days go on
With a cold heart, I'm searching for the moment when the flowers fall, and I close my eyes.
The cherry blossoms dance, falling into these empty hands
Ephemeral, gentle, and fragile, this flower that seems like you.
Sakura Addiction by Takashi Kondo & Toshinobu Iida