Cherry blossoms danced in the air,
Without making a sound.
Cherry blossoms were fluttering to the ground as far as I could see,
As if they were trying to color this canvas,
As if they were trying to add color to this blank, white world.
They were gracefully dancing in the air.
It was so very beautiful—
That even I, who was all alone,
Who could only shiver,
Who was so lonely,
And who was so lost, found myself fascinated
By that beautiful scene.
I thought that this must be a dream.
It was a blank dream:
A dream within a dream.
Although I knew I would wake up any minute,
I still longed to dream.
It felt like my heart was brimming with new expectations,
It felt like I could shed a tear as I basked in the sun,
And it felt like I was waiting for spring to come in the middle of winter
As I dreamt.
I squeezed the hand that was stretched out towards me.
It was a warm hand.
In this freezing cold world,
In the snow,
I seek out its warmth,
And squeeze it.
The beginning of my dream that announced the beginning…
Slowly, yet steadily,
As the cherry blossoms fluttered to ground,
As the the stifling hot summer rolled by,
And the cries of the cicadas faded,
As the Autumn leaves filled the world with color
In memory of kingdoms fallen long ago,
As the cold chill of winter gripped the land,
The Season of Da Capo was approaching.