Like breathless petals budding in the flowering field
so alive
Bouncy comfort flowing around in the air.
That girl—tight black bun, snowy dress, eyes of diamonds, and smelling like a pear
This sakura field as pink as her pastel coated lips
That girl would never take wrong sips.
Her breath dissolves in the air.
Her sky starts to slowly dim and fall
As if painted on an infinite ceiling mall
Sigh ~ the touch of the video slowly starts to fade.
The younger I was so real.
