The cherry blossoms are falling like snow. Try as I might, I still can’t let go. I live in the words you last said to me, before you set sail on the salty sea.
I told you to pray for a strong eastern wind. I’d give you my love when I see you again.
The old timers say that the ocean is blind. When its drunk in a rage it takes whoever it finds. For 17 months and 23 days I’ve prayed on my knees (just like you told me). It came for you but it won’t for me.
I told you to pray for a strong eastern wind, I’d give you my love when I see you again.
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