Cherry-blossoms fall every day in my life
as their beauty fades over the hard times,
they fall more and more every day,
and as they fall I get weaker,
Oh, how I wish to see a full tree of colour again
how I wish the beauty of my life was as vibrant as the full blossom tree,
to be strong, to survive, and not be moved aside and replaced
how often I look into the pasture, I see the full blossomed trees, full of life, hope and happiness
While mine, withers and shards from its beautiful blossoms and looks like some form of evil hand reaching its way to the heavens for help
Many change the thoughts of my life; make me happy, and give me hope;
Yet, it can not help me discarded life
Nothing can make my life full of hope anymore,
Im unsure of why I am here.
