The day you came to my door,
Playing our song...

Deep within a hazel wood,
A single ancient oak once stood...

You ask me why I'm not hung up on
You...

The moment you closed the door.
My heart ruptured...

Sweet sakura blossoms twist around
on their descent down from the branches...

Dormant all these months.
Quiet in redemption...

The day.
An enemy...

Once so close, inseparable.
Now so distant...

Stalking under a full moon.
A huntress of the night...

Once, you and me, we were close.
Just a platonic boy-girl friendship...

Morning dew shines in a spectrum
Of vivid color...

Sweet and natural are you
Always bearing the brunt of pain...