A path going to somewhere But he,the fallen hero Doesn't need where the brown path ends Far far away He could see Peaks in green Covered with mist The place where He,the fallen hero Stopped Narrow the path was With trees Full of cherry blossoms The fragrance Of cherry blossoms Touching his nostrils But he,the fallen hero Need not to feel The satisfying smell The zephyr Trying to wash His sorrow away But he, the fallen hero Need not the zephyr To do so Beautiful birds Twittering and singing The lay of love Upon the trees Full of cherry blossoms In bothsides Of the path in brown. Enchanting, The surrounding was But he,the fallen hero Did not notice He was left with another With no soul Just a body With a beautiful face Dead and gone Upon the hands Of him,the fallen hero Mourning and crying out loud With no one And she has gone Lying on his lap Who has let go of life Upon his hands Bloomed cherry blossoms Falling upon them Like they are mourning For her death And he,the fallen hero Who's recalling The last words of her "Dad I love you...."