Little beads of precipitations runs on me
While I wait underneath the cherry tree
Mysterious mist surrounds the atmosphere
Pedestrians comes into sight and then disappear

Unfaithful hopes flows through my psyche
While I wait underneath the cherry tree
Is this the sound of footsteps that I hear?
Now the foggy hemisphere appears so clear
I discover you blushing and yet eyes filled with tears
And the poem I secretly drew for you between your fingers