Walking,
Down the street
Where we first me,
The cherry blossoms are blooming now...
Blooming in their majestic glory,
And falling in their peaceful descent,
Remembering,
Remembering the times when you were here,
Waiting,
Still waiting for you to come home,
Even though I know it wouldn't be possible...
Standing here, under the Beautiful Flowers,
I can't help but Cry......
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