I remember a time;

When, days grew longer,

When winter has returned to fight its final battle with summer,

When, hot and cold winds touched my face,
They gave me chills wondering if winter would lose the battle,

When the site of budding cherry blossoms. Touched my eyes,
And warmed my heart.

I remember a place;

Standing in a park of flowers by a lake, like a fairytale,

Looking at a mirror,
With thousands of flowers,
A beautiful sunset,
Seeing stars of cherry blossoms sparkling, in a mirror of waves.

I remember a dream,
Standing in this place in the spring.



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