January Sakura

Sakura, color me pink,

Sakura, color me white.

Above all colors, don't hold red.

A delicate figure among the snow,

Such jealousy and respect cannot compare

Your Wisdom and you Pride.

But now, with a ripple, you left...

Should you come back again,

Please don't spread waves of blue,

As only yellow is allowed

In this gray realm of wistfulness.


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