The cherry blossoms' petals are at my feet.
The bloom is pretty this time of year.
It is one of the beauties in the world.

There are so many things beautiful in the world.
You are one of those things and yet,
You cannot see it yourself.

I encourage you that you are beautiful,
But my words are lost when you hear them.
It makes me worried for you.

You are blind to yourself and deaf to my words.
You make yourself up to be prettier than what you think are,
Though you are already prettier without it.

It is a shame you cannot see yourself.
The thought of you doing this to yourself pains me.
The meaning of beauty is lost and support cannot fix it.