Come Too Early Gone Too Fast
Early days of spring when the Sakura trees started to bloom, yet it will be gone soon before you catch those petals. ̌
Dear Sakura, now you've come again. How beautiful.
People come to see you. Longing for you.
And you bloom in grace.
But you, Sakura. Is something that I can't have forever.
And now I'm celebrating your beauty and existence before you're gone again leaving me, each year.
I have these feelings, sort of a happiness blended with people's laugh and shout and drink and partying under you.
I'm surrounded with the feel of sorrow and sadness because I know for sure you will gone again.
It's okay don't worry about me, I'm getting used to it.
Until we meet again next year yet I doubt we would.
But before you leave, let me follow you to the very north of the land.