I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the
pressed flowers I miss so dearly. Back then, I
counted down the days with my fingers to the day I
would see you. The sky was blue, the good old days
when my dreams were shattered. It brings sadness
and sorrow. The sin is endless. Not a single sound
to be heard. Tonight it is spring.

One cold evening I saw her as she stood under the
cherry blossom tree, with petals that bloomed too
early. This story goes way back. She was beautiful
and pretty but there was something about her. She
had a very sad face. Her long hair hid her tears
of late afternoon.

Through the forgotten seasons, this place still
reminds me of her. Time has made her disappear, as
she was so delicate with her black and white scar.
The sky was blue, the good old days when my dreams
were shattered. The sin is too deep to bear, as I
hear the sound of darkness. Tonight it is spring.
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The show booth

It was a cold late afternoon and I remember seeing
her being colored by people. She couldn't do
anything but cry as her tears bloomed like the
petals.

I reminisce under the late afternoon sky of the
pressed flowers I miss so dearly. Back then, I
counted down the days with my fingers to the day I
would see you. The late afternoon sky lights the
shed. The cherry blossom tree grew in back of it.
And underneath the tree, she lies hiding her scar
with the sleeve of her shirt hoping it would
disappear just for that moment. The sky was blue,
the good old days when my dreams were shattered.
It brings sadness and sorrow. The sin is endless.
Not a single sound to be heard. Tonight it is
spring