I can hear a gentle sound,
Soft as the murmur of this flowing river.
As the wind caresses my cheeks,
Those sweet memories start blurring together.
The distant sky
Awakens in me the memories on the edge of oblivion
With a searing pain to my heart.
And thus my tears fall.
The season of the white cherry blossoms
Now exists only in a faraway dream.
In that dream, the dancing petals whispered to me
Words I can never forget.
On sleepless nights, all by myself,
I'd take a walk in the soft warm breeze,
Only to realize that I've entered the realm of my memories
Where I simply frolicked around without a single worry.
The moon has disappeared behind the clouds.
My memories of those sultry days-
The ones I wish to erase, have also grown hazy.
And my tears won't stop.
Cruelly, time ticks away,
Amusing itself with keeping people from moving on.
The luxuriant foliage of cherry tree leaves
No longer tells me anything.
The season of the white cherry blossoms
Now exists only in a faraway dream.
In that dream, the dancing petals whispered to me
Words I can never forget.
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