[Shaman King] Drunk on Cherry Blossoms

Back a thousand years,

Cherry blossoms, delicate and bright.

Cherry blossoms drift, cherry blossoms fall like a funeral rite.

[Forget me.]

[Impossible.]

[Then I'll just have to forget you.]

Because they are enemies.

He will not forget her, nor let her forget him.

Then, a thousand years later,

He believes she will remember everything,

because they are no longer enemies.

Cherry blossoms intoxicate, cherry blossoms intoxicate.

[This is a short piece I wrote on a whim! You can listen to the song "Flowers and Swords" along with it. That's where I got the inspiration, hehe.]

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