As always, nothing has shifted from the window
The cherry blossoms...
trembling  trembling  trembling  pliantly dancing in the wind

Today, my consciousness is also dispersing
Who are you?  I cannot remember anything
Taking my hands reassuringly...
Tears overflowed, falling into my grasped hands

Those eyes, from which the flow seemed never to end,
were telling me something
Why does your scent seem so nostalgic....?
In this room, I have surely lost my life alone
The flower upon which no one can gaze is....

The quickly scattering flowers are shaking in the wind
The white infirmary, blowing in the wind

The pain was increasing with each passing day
You held my thinning, ugly body

I approached my final moments,
and recalled a single precious person
Tomorrow, I will become ashes and return to the sand
The cherry blossoms seen in the window
I want to sleep beneath them

I was bound with care  within your hands....
Room #304  Transporting me silently
as if forgetting you twice

From now on, I will sway in the wind with the cherry blossoms,
remembering you

flutteringly  flutteringly
flutteringly  flutteringly