Sakura (Cherry Blossoms)
Sakura,
The
memento
Of
a loving death,
I
will wait with her.
Her
soulful touch of pink,
Past
purity tainted by blood;
The
proof of everlasting love
Yes
I shall wait with her alone.
Her
blossoms of old memories,
I
wish they would never fall.
So
autumn don’t surface yet,
So
I can still wait with her.
Until
he, my Romeo,
Comes
to my aid;
Wait
with me,
Sakura.