Sakura peddles fall like rain
And our futures may never change
I loved the love that we had the most
But now you are the pest and I am the host
Sakura peddles falls and falls
And their color dulls.
Wish you didn't go
But life will never flow
Till that day you come back.
It's like you are carrying a sack
And there carries my heart.
The Sakura peddles keep us apart,
Till you come back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem