Now you've come again. Look at you, you are 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.
Because you've showered me with your petals.