Dear Sakura,

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.