The Cherry Blossoms Bloom Again

You know, even if a downpour turns this city upside down, I'll hold you in my arms. I can't bear to watch you walk away, then write of this torment, each second dragging on like a year. Even if loneliness takes the whole world hostage, I won't run. There's no escape: in the end, we'll all grow old. I'll write of a castle where time and the sound of the zither intertwine.