A smooth dawn that it will never return
I think it's when cherry trees bloom
I thought how it pleasant it would be
noticing one day that you seemed hurt
The voice that yesterday it filled my ears is doing a loop
it is as if I get drown in
memories swayed so many times
What have I drawn again
when I was just holding hate?
I know that thinking about it over and over
it is a weakness
Fighting and crying again
is not the limit yet
we cannot see what's beyond
A gentle dawn that I won't touch again
I think it's when cherry trees bloom
In the school at 6:00 a.m.
holding awkward, shaking hands
The scent that yesterday it stuck to my clothes is doing a loop
it is as if I were chasing
memories consumed so many times
What have I drawn again
when I was just holding hate?
I know that thinking about it over and over
it is a weakness
Fighting and crying again
is not the limit yet
we cannot see what's beyond
I did understand so many things
by losing or breaking them
This year cherry trees also will shake
and they will fade in the wind, like grown hazy memories
What have I drawn again
when I was just holding hate?
I know that thinking about it over and over
it is a weakness
Fighting and crying again
is not the limit yet
but going beyond, to the future