Sakura are dancing around my class,
as winds bring the awaited spring session.
Gripping these memories so they won't pass.

Pink precious petals and graceful green grass,
nature around me brings no aggression.
Sakura are dancing around my class.

This feeling of bliss will always surpass,
the time of leaves in crimson possession.
Gripping these memories so they won't pass.

I'm surrounded by doves like a compass,
all singing for food in their expression.
Sakura are dancing around my class.

Staring up at a sky made out of glass,
perfectly made object of obsession.
Gripping these memories so they won't pass.

Pink snowflakes disperse by wind like a mass,
giving this spring time a new dimension.
Sakura are dancing around my class.
Gripping these memories so they won't pass.