I peeked out my playroom window,
and this is what I see
A lonely cherry blossom tree standing alone,
with puffs of pink cotton candies trying to grow
And on each side of the street,
cars are lined up one after the other
I also see my friends asking me to go play

Blossoms,
White like snowflakes,
Buried with memories,
Like the old days had never passed,
Reminded