“Tomorrow, we’ll meet again,” with a smile, the transient cherry blossoms in my heart.
In the flower haze, in the colored smoke, I was invited and led.
The flower shadow swayed and fell into the water’s pattern.
Like opening up to convey warmth,
Like a cherry blossom blooming and falling in an ordinary life,
Where might it be falling?
Engraved, the needle stops in a heart in full bloom, in a cherry blossom shower.
In the flower storm, with a sudden wind, I stopped and opened my eyes.
The flower raft covered the water’s surface and drifted away.
Like cherishing the passing spring, like opening up like a cherry blossom,
Living plainly, going together in death,
If it could be granted, ah…
If the north wind and the sun could equally pour down on all,
After overcoming the storm, a large blossom will bloom―――
Before I knew it, I was left alone on withering branches.
Broken off, withering wounds dry up,
Facing the coming winter, for the sake of the opening cherry blossom,
Until the day when an ordinary life can be devoted,
Continuing to bloom out of season…
