A song about Sakura that we, Japanese, simply call 'The Flower'.
To light up winter gloom
In early spring they bloom
Forcing frozen time to resume
We simply call them 'flowers'
They raise special fever
Their color, shape and fragrance have power
Cherry blossom, cherry blossom
Before the leaves emerge
They Squeeze energy
Cherry blossom, cherry blossom
Our spirit purge
Our emotion surge
Into the clusters we merge
Just bare trees all through the winter
In the chilling wind and cold snow and shower
Fully prepared, all the buds burst into fire
Flaring, flaring bunches of flowers
Giving birds honey and bowers
Giving world light and color
Give sweet smells to the lovers I believe
They burn the lives, burn the lives
With bloom before leaves
Pale pink petals' purity
Begins to fall down shortly
Emblems of the transiency
Cherry blossom, cherry blossom
Before the leaves emerge
They Squeeze energy
Cherry blossom, cherry blossom
We forget the fear
For dying on this sphere
Drunk with atmosphere
Like sprinters sprint without respiring
They burn themselves, so inspiring
Like divers dive with no air, there is no despair
Falling flowers float like flare
Giving birds honey and bowers
Giving world light and color
Give sweet smells to the lovers I believe
They burn the lives, burn the lives
With bloom before leaves