The cherry blossoms dance, falling into my empty hand.
Ephemeral, gentle, and fragile, this flower that seems like you.
He's like that as he walks through the ticket taker.
His eyes are sparkling as he grabs something.
And as for me, my empty days go on.
With a cold heart, I'm searching for the moment when the flowers fall, and I close my eyes.
The cherry blossoms dance, falling into my empty hand.
Ephemeral, gentle, and fragil, this flower that seems like you.
Ephemeral, gentle, and fragile, this flower that seems like you.
He's like that as he walks through the ticket taker.
His eyes are sparkling as he grabs something.
And as for me, my empty days go on.
With a cold heart, I'm searching for the moment when the flowers fall, and I close my eyes.
The cherry blossoms dance, falling into my empty hand.
Ephemeral, gentle, and fragil, this flower that seems like you.
