Even the shabby horsetail
even the violet trampled over and over have loved this life

Just because the cherry blossoms cry
don’t follow and cry with them
The cherry blossoms have someone to look at them but you must cry alone

Each time the scars carved on your arm become vivid like a score without notes the saddest music in the world
echoes in my heart

Even if you become a horsetail in spring or a tiny violet
do not break the you that blooms in spring

                                                 Hana.M