There was a little girl
standing in a meadow...

Even though our days may seem less black and gray
since you've gone away it's been that way...

What is water, without the lands depth?
what is a sakura tree, without it's pedals...

I am a rose and you are my thorns,that protect me...
I am a book and you are my pages, that tells all i...

When you were alive
you brightened my heart...

I see you in every direction
you even cover my very reflection...

One day your here, the next day your gone
it makes all the music turn in to sad songs...