Checkered Shorts

The spring flowers fall, and the branches with flying foggy leaves finally bear fruit. Waiting for the promises I once made. In my heart, every bit of the past and your faint smile are so beautiful. The news flying across the street in the wind will meet you again in the neighborhood where flowers dance. The past events come to my mind. This time, I will never give up. I will hold you tightly and be with you forever in the cherry blossom rain. This time, I hold your hand tightly and never let it slip away from my fingertips again. You can shout louder, Tiamo forever.