Pink flowers leap from the sky,
Their petals fall after they've seen me cry.
As they fall they caress my cheek,
And in their dance you can hear them speak.

Their verses hide a sad song,
Which they hide as they try to stay strong.
Seeds fall that I bury between my feet.
My pink flowers refuse to admit defeat.

Dance bravely my pink flowers,
The breath of the spring is ours.
As they dance I feel them adorn my skin.
Withered flowers, that never committed any sin.

And that's life, my pink flowers.
In their slow dance they fill my hours.
Tears dry as I remember my beloved,
My Chiaki, the one I've always loved.
I'll keep waiting to see you again.