Pink as the blithe of heaven itself,
i recall the sweet memories of the blooming sakuras,
blossoming everywhere the sun touches,
fluttering down underneath the endless sky.
the playful leaves scatter,
blown by the gentle wind,
footprints planted on the firm ground,
a view worthy of enchantment.
the way the tiny petals would cuddle me softly,
as they sway and shower down upon us,
oh how mesmerizing the sight of cherry blossoms,
i am grateful how they evinced me a glimpse of the world's beauty.
