Yozakura Oshichi

The red cord physically snapped
The hands that won't come back
Kicking aside the ditch I was left in
Blood oozes from my running fingers

Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms
Waiting forever for someone who won't come
The same as the dead
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossom storm
Whiter flowers than the burning skin
I bathe in the night cherry blossoms, Oshichi
Cherry blossoms in the March sky
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossom storm

Putting on lipstick, biting a tissue
Tears fall, one by one

Pressing hot lips against me
You from that day are no longer here
It wasn't much of a love
The wind blows on my hunched shoulders

Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms
Waiting forever for someone who won't come
The same as the dead
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossom storm
The traces of a dream embraced at twenty
Oshichi of the hazy moonlit night
Cherry blossoms as far as the eye can see
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossom storm
Cherry blossoms, goodbye my love
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossom storm