I see my friends, and they all wave,

singing songs of joy,

dancing with the rhythm of pale pink clouds

which fly with papers around them.


I stare blankly as I cover my face from the sun,

the expanse of bricks getting wider with every blink.

Everyone bustles around as if everything began here,

and nothing could end it again.


An emptiness swallows me, little by little,

as the scent of flowers tangle with my nostrils,

sniffing out invisible fears.

It suddenly passes that I was nothing,

a petal floating in the wind,

crying for what was once was,

but now will vanish.


The sun will set in a few hours,

and a navy silence will linger,

nobody will stay, just drift,

as the last cherry blossom fades from my life.