The boy started to play the piano
As his melody resounds,
I saw the sunflowers filled the stage,
An illusion.

When his fingers push the keys
I feel his hands
holding my heart
crushing it with his music.

But you suddenly disappeared,
like how you left the piano
in the lonely stage,
leaving me in pain.

I waited for you
wishing to hear you play again,
To touch the piano keys,
To hold my heart.

Years passed,
you came back
walking in the old stage
and I'm here again, admiring you.

The boy turned into a fine man
He starts to play the piano
Cherry blossoms filled the stage
Another illusion.

From the dazzling flower
with bright yellow petals
to an occasional blossom
with light, soft color.

Your music changed
You've changed
But one thing hasn't,
my love.

falling and constant,
one window purple with feeling,
the other dark and lifeless;
do your branches creak in the same wind?
will the feathers and flowers that you blew into the morning
ever find a home?

With sparks in his eyes,
And his sight fierce as a tiger,
The warrior can finally relax,
After strife as ripe as thunder.

His mind endlessly rewinds,
Images of his beautiful sword play,
That come as fast,
As cherry blossoms like to end.

He is not happy nor sad,
Or at least, that's what he would say,
But despite his injuries,
He can fight another day.

He can't tell when his end will come,
Cherry blossoms wash away his worries,
With an endless cup of wine in his hands,
He waits for his well earned glory.