Meet you,
You let me out of that haze...
Fall in love with you,
You lead me to happiness...
Hurt me,
You made me return to my dark corner again, moaning and crying...
…
But I'm still glad,
In my withered youth, there was such a boy who taught me to grow and love.
I'm still glad that that cherry blossom season, happiness, passed me by!
Conception: