When the cold north wind blew
I still gave you hope
soon we will
walk in the cherry blossom grove
You held my hand tightly
and smiled peacefully
Just look
the flower buds are opening
towards the spring sun
and I will sit wordlessly
under the trees
until all the blossoms have blown away
as wordlessly as the eternal wind
that carried your soul home
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