Why is it that the best people have the worst luck?

I chased after you
But you disappeared
And I never had a chance
To catch up

For I couldn’t follow you
Where you were going

You weren’t going to
The ends of Earth
You were going beyond

But you needn’t worry
It might take me a
Little while

But one day
I’ll follow you
There as well

to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy

She lived and died with the cherry blossoms
She came to me blossoming in the spring
Only to brittle and fall away again in the fall

I want a life worth writing about